J-ust make a good fist,
E-arly thirty-first of July;
S-ay no excuses,
S-ay no
A-libi.
M-ake a good fist,
A-ll of your life;
E-ach time you're on the road, stay away from strife.
A-im to make a good fist,
L-et everything be fine;
A-llow your hands to do
M-ore better things in mind.
A-llow your heart and soul to persevere and persist;
G-o let your life live well, make a good fist.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem