Now the deer will be well-fed.
Because he is eating a slice of bread.
He so much loved the taste.
He told the people to take him home with them.
Because he didn't want to see another slice go to waste.
The people told him that they were sorry but he couldn't go.
But they would leave him bread coupons for the local grocery store.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem