Once in Chad or Cameroon Where the sun is scorching, Painting grass and rocks maroon - There happened a misfortune. Said old Lion: "Flood I smell, For the best letís hope!" All because Giraffe once fell In love with Antelope! Beasts began to neigh and bray, But smart Parrot, old and gray, Stated wisely from his nest: "Giraffe is big! He knows best!" "Horns of hers deserve no scorn!" - That Giraffe would shout. "Equal we are now born, Fathersí norms are out! If my herd speak ill of her, Snub her for no reason - Then Iíll leave this foul herd, And donít call it treason!" Beasts began to neigh and bray, But smart Parrot, old and gray, Stated wisely from his nest: "Giraffe is big! He knows best!" Antelopeís Dad resents His prospective sonny: "What his muzzle represents Is comical and funny! No assent will he receive From me, a spotted dope!" Thus, to zebras went to live Giraffe with Antelope! Beasts began to neigh and bray, But smart Parrot, old and gray, Stated wisely from his nest: "Giraffe is big! He knows best!" Now in Cameroon or Chad Thereís no quiet, nope! Crying hard, they feel so sad, Giraffe with Antelope. But thereís nothing they can do, Laws are now surprising - Their daughter shocked them too, Having wed a bison! Yes, Giraffe was wrong enough, Yet we shouldnít blame Giraffe, But that one, stating from his nest: "Giraffe is big! He knows best!"
© George Tokarev. Translation, 2001
Edited by Robert Titterton
© Michael Ohlsson. Performance, music, 2010
© Yuri Mishkov. Performance, 2013