Say we are food, like porridge;
Say our lands cuddle buns like chairs;
And hold a body or more as comfortably as a well-made bed.
Then if Goldilocks comes here
From a doomed planet afar,
To secure a new home,
We might be the fit-in-a-trillion,
And here she (they) might sit
And decide to stay.
Fear her today.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well i always though us humans were so arrogant to think we could be the only intelligent life form in the universe - SG