He loved to beat on his tin washtub by the light of the moon.
It sounded so good when he beat on it with big wooden spoons.
It was good that his neighbors were far away.
Because they might have disturbed his play.
He ended up being section leader in the college band.
One of the best drummers in the land.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem