I’m in bad mood
Don’t try to sooth
I’m ready to shoot
I’ll track till your root
I’m in bad mood
Don’t trick me smooth
I’m going to be no good
Even you run away to the wood
I’m in bad mood
Don’t need shielding hood
You’ll become my delicious food
And a fun play for my boot
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem