- Donna! What are you looking at?
- A big spider has hung at your head.
- Ah! This! I call him Nick.
We made friends last week.
He usually hangs in this corner.
Why are you shaking, Donna?
- Nick has made me shake,
At first he hung high, Jake,
And looked like a big striped ball.
You friends make me shake and all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem