If you're very good you'll receive
A jar of moonlight and rainbows;
A ticket to the kingdom of dreams;
A spoonful of blue heaven;
A swan made of delicate crystal
That can float upon the air.
And a lush velvet photograph
That changes with the seasons.
But if you're very bad you'll receive
A bag of sweets that taste very bitter
A cushion forged from old, dry bones;
A crown of thorns that can never be removed;
A black box that contains abominable ghosts;
A pair of gloves that turn into serpents;
And a pocketful of fears made of all
The dust and ashes of the centuries.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem