Far away in the lad of nod
Beyond my wildest dreams
There lives a man with a fishing rod
And he's angling by a stream
He has a net with fish in
And a box full of some maggots
And for his tea, he ate a flea
Along with some ‘Brains' Faggots
Authors note: Only readers in UK will understand the ‘Brains' Faggots line.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem