Oh, There was a cute baby,
With charming and nourishing,
Sweet cheeks, feels like to bite,
Cute red lips like painted with blood.
Sitting on a beautiful greeny lawn,
No one around the child,
From somewhere, somehow,
The gang of butterflies,
With different colours flittred,
Around the cute baby,
There was no one to play with the baby,
Only the butterflies were around to play,
The butterflies flittered around her,
Oh, There was a cute laughing,
Cute eye, trying to clap with cute and small fingers,
Some butterflies started sitting around the lips,
The baby tried to catch the butterflies,
But it was cute to see,
The game between the baby and butterflies.
The butterflies playing with the baby,
The little angels were around.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem