'My child', said a stranger, 'come into my tomb,
There are lots to see and do in here, and fairies light the gloom;
There are tigers and dragons, and unicorns to ride,
There are pink baboons and elephants: but nothing here has died!
Do come into my little room, my door is open wide!
And so the child, he entered in, and what a big surprise!
The stranger had not told the truth, in fact, it was all lies!
He shut the door and took the child and bound him round with chains;
Then took a spoon from round his neck and feasted on his brains.
He sucked upon his little eyes, and laughed like dirty drains!
'That will teach you, foolish child! ' said the stranger, weird,
As he sat picking little bits of brain from out his beard!
'Now let me say this one more time, for I'll make one thing clear:
This tomb may be a tomb, my friend, but nothing dead is here!
Must I repeat my every word? Nothing dead is here! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem