A foreigner visited from Juipane
Parked in the trees, and said;
The creatures of this bar
Are made of leather and paper.
Through the transparent sheets
You can see their hair.
Their feet are put upside down
In bold-or-slim.
Short lines-brighten
With wonderful colors
They have eight eyes
The four in the back are blind.
Sometimes they are the biggest one
Of all, with 5 times as heavy as others
It’s a wonder how they survive.
He must be marvelous
The others treat them well,
And got lost.
When he’s done, widing
The path for them
They all yell and scream silently
Like Ms. Liberty at New York.
Those soft close,
Hugging them so.
The nice ones are they
Their pets or their masters.
