If I were like a butterfly
I would fly
From flower to flower,
Thinks the pushy cat -
I would suck honey from flowers
And give a hug to colours.
The butterflies think
What a brilliant creature are you pushy cat,
You are loved by your Master
You are coveted to young daughter
You are allowed to the room
Even cot or pillow or lap of maroon
No matter who the person is
You are just like a pretty childish,
If I were a pushy tiger
Never I would like to be again a caterpillar.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
tiger enjoying cot and pillow and lap maroon....never I want to be caterpillar. Beautiful.