Don’t go out in the rain!
My mama used to scold,
Lest you catch pneumonia
Or something worse
I went out anyway
And my behind got tanned
And dared not again
That was then
Now I am grown
The pain went away
A rattan now I dare!
Lets’ wild out in the rain friend!
And
Alas! We do not catch chest
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem