There once was a cat from Doolish bay
Who wandered down the streets of clay.
Until he was complete astray
And had to ask you for the way.
”I have to go to Doolish bay”
”Then turn and walk the streets of clay.”
Now the cat was not astray
and went back home to Doolish bay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem