To take a peek behind the couch,
I as a child lurks and crawls.
A spy, a sneak,
I makes no sound at all.
I knows that mom is napping there,
My smile, like a sword,
I grips my cymbals so-tight......
My mom has not been bored,
Since the day that I was born.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem