I fear the well is dry
and pirates are nearby
I'll hide behind a tree
and you may hide with me
we will not make a sound
for dangers all around
one day a knight will come
for evil must succumb
the pirate ship will sail
then justice can prevail
and we will pray for rain
to come and sooth our pain
a storm to fill the well
and break this wicked spell
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem