And that's a poem by Charles Edward Carryl, who was a stockbroker in New York City for 45 years, but in the evenings, he wrote nonsense for his children.
I ovo je pjesma Charlesa Edwarda Carryla, koji je bio burzovni mešetar iz New Yorka 45 godina, no navečer je pisao besmislice za svoju djecu.