Little Bo Peep
Has lost her words.
Miss Muffet has nothing to say.
The pie is all empty
Of singing black birds
And Boy Blue has lost his way.
The cow no longer
Looks at the moon
And the little dog’s eyes are red.
The dish is all cracked
And can’t find the spoon
And my little boy is dead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem