One day I met a real trickster
 a crafty little one
 he would brag
 his life was easy
 always appearing jolly 
 full of laughter
 an overload of fun
 he looked 
 at someone
 across the road
 who began to run
 to take back all items
 he once stole while 
 pretending to have a gun
 I really hope 
 that all his craftiness 
  is completely  done                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    