you could tell they were scared
the trees which stood there
afraid they might lose
though they were well prepared
Shiver
Shuffle
Shiver
Leaves and branches shook in despair
Shiver
Shuffle
Shiver
Oh no! Here He was to cut their hair!
He did “the panther” towards them;
feet keeping a pace
Yes, he crept slinkily towards them;
Eerie smile upon his face
Wider and Wider
Broader and Broader
Was his grin as he lifted the clippers in the air
Snip! Snip! Snip!
twigs tumbled to the ground
Snip! Snip! Snip!
one leafy afro down
He did it in a sweat
He did it choppy quick
and tree after tree
He left them all stiff
The Panther had style–
an elegant attire
one last grin of satisfaction
over His row of opponents
He had played ping-pong with the trees
and again He had won
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The title is really far-out.