Come and sing with me in harmony.
And let us keep in tune.
With a singing in duet...
Until this fills up every room.
And a singing we do that crescendos too.
As our booming voices begins to pierce and crack,
With the clearing of ears of all wax.
That has prevented a listening we wish to attract.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem