Looks the kitten, oh so sad.
“What, dear kitten, hurts so bad?”
Says the kitten: “bowl of milk.
Was all full, but now is dry,
Lack of milk sure makes me cry.”

Sighs the kitten: "purr."
“What’s the matter, kitten, sir?”
“I was dreaming of a river,
Riverrun with milk and cream,
Flowing all the way downstream."

Kitten tongue: soft and pink.
“Drink, dear kitten, drink,” I think.
…as all curled up, with half-closed eyes,
Asleep—and dreaming drinks once more,
Milky dreams; and kitty snores.

– Julian Tuwim
(Translation by me)


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