Old Minladen had in hand
a cup of Russian tea
O-I-O-I-EE
Lifted his cup for his sip
was it hot, burnt his lips
O-I-O-I-EE
Lifting the cup as to sip
fell into it a live bee
O-I-O-I-EE
feared of it freed cup’s grip
tea of cup fell on knee
O-I-O-I-EE
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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