The more we hug
The more it bugs me
The more you tickle me
The more I feel in a pickle
But that is all right
Because were tight
But I don't know what to do about you
Sometimes I've got no clue of what to do
When i have no clue of what to do
I will most likely turn to you
But that will not do
Because this is about you
And your name is Willie
And you make me so silly
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem