When I shave and pay my bills-
I'll not flaunt or tell fibs.
Fresh I'll be to adulthood,
But you'll be flaunting bibs.
I'll wear my pampers and take enjoy-
In what the young all do:
Observing every phrase you make;
Plotting to surpass you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem