There was this guy named Cotton
His first name sounds like Rotten
He streaks and complaints
on the south side of Maine
the women who saw him will scream and faints....
Now, Cotton was really crazy
He not only paints
while streaking in plains
He dances around with jangling chains
and smears himself with fluids and stains....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem