I have sung the song
Life is like a bowl of cherries
With no pips to spit out
Yet I wonder why my wife
Worries about the bit of fluff
Trapped high in a spiders Web
I wish she wouldn't
Sometimes I wonder
How much rain will come today
Or if the hamster will fall off his wheel.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem