Many, many years ago,
When my mum was very tall,
When I wasn't very old;
Before I had started school.
The sun was always shining,
And buildings were much bigger,
I used to drive a dumper truck,
And I filled it with my digger.
I shot the cowboy baddies
Who threatened me with danger,
My six-shooters both a smokin';
For I was the Lone Ranger.
Under the large oak table,
Or up in the apple tree,
I used to make secret camps,
But my dog would always find me!
Though the days were very long,
Bedtime always came too soon,
I'd sometimes get all drowsy,
And be carried to my room.
My pine bed was very large,
But still no room for my head,
Til I rearranged my friends;
And then moved along ‘Big Ted'!
I'd love to go back once more,
And play under clear blue skies,
Explore a world of wonder...
See again with wide young eyes!
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I would like to translate this poem
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