Oh I'm wondering where has my friend gone?
I feel he made like an eagle
And away he has flown,
He gave me the nicest compliments,
And he penned each one with golden Ink,
He said my poem was 'very well scripted'
And he said, my poem was 'wonderful for sure'
Oh, I wonder, I wonder and I wonder some more
On a merry-go-round I'm going round and round
Wondering where has my friend gone?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem