Oh what a shame to be home.
I'd rather have stayed in Basil-don.
Things are great there I hear,
as babies are not fed milk but beer.
Boys wear trousers round their knees.
Whilst girls wear nothing and are there to please.
It's a hard life and they should know,
no passport, no money and nowhere else to go.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem