Task: Poem Generation
Input (English): My First Deer
Output (English): sit in the brush wait for a deer to come near so i could hear nothing be move so i look up and nothing to see so i turn around to eat my pee when i be about to eat my corn there be a deer stand like a torn i get my gun and in a glimpse of an eye i shoot the deer and it fly to the sky we take it home to show my mom she squirm and scream and begin to cry but then she saw me and she be so proud of me