"Do not mistake the fox for wise my dear, "
The old man drawled to his granddaughters' honey'd ears
"He may be clever; he may be smart; without fear,
But he is young, and goes by what he hears."
The old man chuckled, "Not that which he knows."
The granddaughter laid to rest her head in his chest
To sweet dreams; and new days from which she slowly grows
With her Granddad's soft tale and heavy breast
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem