There was lots of the duck's stuff,
Left on the local bus,
They forgot to pick it up and just left it,
Then a cow came along, took it, tried it and did fit.
One day that cow went on a train,
Left it there without a name,
Then a sheep took it home,
And the stuff matched her tone.
I will tell you what it's called,
Plus I think you'll be fooled,
This stuff is used as a tool,
It's just a gigantic piece of wool.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Really never thought about that - THANKS