No trespassers allowed, the notice read
Stuck on a tree, a hundred feet ahead
But I insist my 'right to roam' is free
No-one will ever be the boss of me
And yet I understand the need for privacy
It's not my land, and I should behave properly
But I cannot resist the thought that I
Can wander where I like as I pass by
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem