What makes you think you know so much?
'Oh,
Trust me I don't.
My Father has warned me about that,
On many occasions.
And getting on His bad side...
I don't recommend to anyone.
If you ever want to see a temper displayed,
Disobey my Father.
However...
I do admit,
Having a taste for 'hints'.
Dipped in and covered with clues.
And He drops them on me all the time.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem