Where people fear,
Death could be near,
Even in gear,
But fish are in joy,
They don't need a toy,
They aren't a boy,
They are fish,
Only sharks can make a dish,
There is nothing to wish.
Since the start of the world,
At the time where nothing could be told,
Ever since nothing could mold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem