Around a freshwater lake
they might better have walked and met,
widdershins and deasil,
instead of on a sea-girt isle;
each toting a pail he'd keep filling
and emptying on plots on the way.
'Great' results, then proving to be few,
at least some vegetables grew.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A clever poem from a Mastermind.++10