Fine Egyptian cotton
Four hundred counted thread
A downy soft pillow
To rest my poor head
But on my sprung mattress
High in the dusty eaves
I'm lying here restless
Unable to sleep
Just wait until morning
You can take this as read
I'll fire the maid who put
A pea in my bed!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Princess insomniac, you put no ink to waste here well done