My oldest brother came up with a plan
For tomorrow's April Fools day for the clan.
He replaced the sugar in the bowl with salt.
It was a simple plan, but it had a fault
On April first he was the first to rise.
He found his strategy wasn't so wise:
He wanted cereal, and wanted it sweet,
So he spooned some salt into his shredded wheat.
He found out the joke was very cruel,
When he became his own April fool.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem