Why is that quinsy’s mouth red like fire? <br />Isn’t it because it’s chewing betel? <br />Let the new fiancée of my father <br />Hurry up so they can meet each other <br />He’ll extend to her a hearty welcome, <br />Welcome her with rice, he will not hit her. <br />It’s my mother who will poke her eyes out, <br />She will rip the guts out of her stomach.<br /><br />Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/children-song-3/
