Pudgey Pump, the playground tough,
Sun-baked a pot of mud-pie stew.
Delectable, it was enough
For Pudgey's own selected few.
He served them each on a cardboard plate
And, lustily, his cronies cried,
"A better stew we never ate!"
An hour before they almost died!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem