I heard a knocking in the woods
It echoed all around
Something in the treetops banging
What a welcome sound
It was spring and 'Woody' pecked away
Making holes in trees
It shook his head a little bit
And also strained his knees
But he just kept on drilling
Until he'd broken through
After all, when nature calls
It's what he has to do
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nature's call nicely captured in this beautiful poem.