The flower whispered, 'Oh' to the caterpillar,
Who wrote it for the starlings' next song,
The housefly danced it across my butter,
The crickets rubbed their legs to sing along,
The falling snow stopped to consider........
How they all were the song
How they all were the song.
(In response to Shel Silverstein's - Secret Language)
Published in www.LiterarySpot.com - November 2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
YOUR RIGHT - them pesty flies and butter