Let sleeping babies and drunk dogs lie;
Let peddling peddlers go on by;
Things on wheels and legs and booze,
Never hang around to schmooze.
Whose words these are, I think I know:
I read his book, bout a week ago
Too bad I never think my thoughts
Of children, pets or recumbent sots.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem