The poem about Mr. Fly
This poem is about a fly waking up to early in spring, when new snow just came to Sweden:
Mister fly woke up an early morning,
Took a walk when snow came without a warning
He is now lonely and preparing to die
And so he whispers smoothly goodbye
Oh my, oh my, is this really farewell?
To let your soul fly, and leave your exoshell?
Oh, Mister fly! If only fasettes could cry!
Oh why, oh why, wake so early mister Fly?
The poem about Mr. Vole
Some say, mr Vole is bad
However, he is a nice little lad
although he is too, afraid of the cat
he is neither mouse nor rat,
Sunday morning and mr. Vole is awake
Showing himself on a hiking break
Come now, come out from the shade
Mr. Vole, you shall not be afraid,
Mr. vole wants to go and find a tasty leaf
He is kind and happy, bearing no greif,
So now please, come out mr. Vole
Come out from your little hiding hole