Once there was a man who found a rabbit
While strolling deep in the wood which was his habit
He tried to catch the rabbit but it noticed and ran
But the man followed it relentlessly at every turn.
As he was chasing, his head was full of thoughts
About how to cook the rabbit once it was in his trough
As he was thinking this into a large bush the rabbit disappeared
Into which he followed and found himself in the cooking pot of a tiger.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem