he's honest so honest until you hand
 him a whistle.
 he's tall with a old styled puritanical
 brown beard trimmed neatly to look
 like abe lincoln, and he wears a blank 
 and white striped shirt.
 he's dishonest abe the referee
and he will call you for sh**t that 
you never did.
 he's dishonest abe and he is convinced
 that all men are created equal.
 unless your are a tall red headed defender
 then he will run around all over the field 
hasseling you with his black whistle hanging
 out the side of his mouth..... 
 and he's dishonest he's dishonest abe the referee.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem