The oyster and the starfish were walking hand in hand;
They were strolling by the seaside in tons and tons of sand.
The starfish said to the oyster, “My friend, I need to go.
My cousin, who is a clownfish, is putting on a show.”
The oyster said, “Don’t go, my friend, for let us take a walk;
Then when we tire and want to rest, we’ll sit so we can talk.”
Well, they started to argue and dispute; it was not a pretty sight,
For they bickered and squabbled and quarreled and fought with all their force and might.
But suddenly they stopped and then they stared, for they saw a tiny fairy.
She had come to punish them, they knew, for she did not seem too merry.
“Oh, you must stop this now! ” she cried. “You two are friends, not foes.
And if this foolishness doesn’t stop right now, you both will lose your nose.”
“I have no fear, O little lady, ” said the starfish with much glee.
But the fairy said, “You’ll meet your doom; just wait and you will see.”
The oyster said, “The lady’s right, for we will soon find
That being nice will always pay, and that we must be kind.”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem