Knows 'Picky',
searching,
that he rarely finds bookmarks
where else he looks
than in unfinished books,
out of which he's loathe to take 'em.
Now without too much ado
he's started to make 'em.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love bookmarks, but I've never had one with eyes. I think that would make me nervous!