The boy stood on the burning deck
stomping his feet like mad.
Earlier he'd put a cigarette butt out
but no-one else had.
'Why, oh why on earth do ducks have such big broad flat feet? '
'Why and wherefore do they do? '
'Why? ', wisely said his mother,
'for stomping out the burning decks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem