When you have the feeling,
that your going to hit someone...
They may think,
your just playing fun.
But after you hit them,
you'll think they're crazy...
Because they're calling you,
Princess and Daisy.
When they come to their senses,
all they'll feel is pain...
Then they willl think,
they were hit by a train.
After the pain leaves,
they'll look around...
They'll yell remarks at you,
then all they will see is the ground.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem