Coining the right and wrong can be amazing,
Instead your estimation is correct and dating,
So be with us and be with all,
The finder is full of fancy and call.
The real one is the sacred one, the good one,
A goodly funster and funny guy,
Whose science is old and mighty,
Too found out and like mayhem.
But I like this and I want then this.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem