I'd like to come down and play with you, "
Said the thoughtful hawk to the hen
Who moments ago, quite handily,
Escaped from farmer's wired pen.
"Oh, please fly down, " answered the hen.
"Then, we won't shout as we both talk."
So, downward toward the friendly hen
Flew the fearless, wily hawk.
Before the hen could greet, "Hello, "
The daring hawk, without a pause,
Snatched the terrified chicken up.
He had awesome powerful claws.
Suppertime was the hawks's true intent.
The eaten chicken found otherwise.
Hawks circle for gullible prey
They view a catch to their keen eyes.
So, don't make friends with anyone
You never saw or do not know.
Or, you too, could be like chicken bait
For some devious so and so.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem