The clicking clacking of the high-heeled shoes
Why must you wear those things?
Jeepers, creepers,
Where did you get them drills?
To sound your coming with your feet seems to me a stupid thing to want to do
Unless you're in the army
In which case anyway you're barmy
Any brave sole knows to tread quietly
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well rimed good one have a good day