That fellow’s hung like a horse,
Me, hairy as a donkey.
Look behind! He’s packin’ wood,
All links in a daisy chain.
That fellow rides a big horse
Translated by Eugene Eoyang
That fellow rides a big horse,
While I straddle a donkey.
Turn around: someone’s toting wood—
So easy to take on airs.
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