Spining round and round,
Which way to go?
Each path leads to another,
One this way and one that.
So many to choose,
So many that branches off.
Iny, Meeny, Miny, Moe,
What shall be chosen.
Which shall we choose.
One of happyness,
One of misery.
Perhaps one already chosen,
Perhaps one not known.
Iny, Meeny, Miny, Moe.
Shall you choose the path of destruction?
Which direction shall we choose?
For one will lead to more,
And that one to even more so.
Iny, Meeny, Miny, Moe,
Which Direction will lead to our doom?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem