I strolled into a farmyard, while the pigs were in a shed
When a bale of hay, left in the way, dropped upon my head
It knocked me into kingdom come, at least that's how it felt
And when I woke, I'd shit myself, at least that's how it smelt! .
(Could have been the pigs I guess)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem