actually it was a mad cat
with the saddest hat in the world
pinned between two ears
a rushing rabbit's habit
of seeing things upside down
brought about too many years
looking for the right mad head to crown
and the five o'clock tea
it was because they ran out of milk
sorry no gate surrogate party it was anyways
many a happy returning of an unbirthday
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem