Timing,timing
Winter is coming
The street is bare
And I give it a stare
The wind begins roaring
Since the world is so boring
The dogs are happily yelling
When the snow is heavily falling
Hurry,hurry
I feel a little worry
Honey,honey
You make me look funny
It is the time for rest
And there will soon be a fest
It is the season of daring
and it is followed by spring
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem