Happy little Wagtail bouncing up and down
darting left, darting right, a gay little clown
chasing dizzy insects in the midday heat
looking for tasty bits on the meadowsweet
tail never still like the hand of a clock
moving up and down with a tick and a tock
bringing a smile to the face of all
who walk the wood and urban sprawl
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem