I was sitting in my chair
When a catapiller came along
It had beautiful white hair
But one of its antena was bent wrong
It had a red spot on its head
I had never seen one like this before
Fearing an itch, don't crawl on me I said
And I carried him 20 yards to the road afore
Ten minutes had not passed
and he was back again, by my foot
How had he moved so fast?
I carried him to a mighty oak's root
I watched him climb the tree
Each branch he choose with care
Until he was over head of me
Then he dropped back into my chair
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I would like to translate this poem
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