Children like this sort of thing. That's not a criticism; it's an observation. I'm a great fan of Morgenstern's nonsense poems as translated by R F C Hull. 'A knee walks lonely through the world...'
Here's one, though translated by someone else.
The Seagulls
The seagulls by their looks suggest
that Emma is their name;
they wear a white and fluffy vest
and are the hunter's game.
I never shoot a seagull dead;
their life I do not take.
I like to feed them gingerbread
and bits of raisin cake.
O human, you will never fly
the way the seagulls do;
but if your name is Emma, why,
be glad they look like you.
(Translated by Karl F. Ross)
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