The rock once told a tall tale,
That left the trees looking pale,
He repeated it through the night,
Soon the trees ran with fright,
The tale was about a lumberjack,
Who comes here to make the forest flat,
He comes only once each year,
Which is why the trees shed their tear,
Three trees took off never to be seen,
As the rock laid down and started to dream,
Suddenly he got up and sharpened his tools,
And yelled to the trees “April Fools! ”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem