(to the tune of 'O Danny Boy')
Tara McHale, i love the words you wrote me
you're never stale, your eyes smile 'cross the sea
tho' i stand tall, a happy lowly Yankee
i cannot help but dream of being Mr. T.
The winter's gone, the buds they're all a bloomin'
'tis you 'tis you, whose comments stoke my pride
& whilst i'm drunk, or stoned or even shroomin'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem