Task: Poem Generation
Input (English): The Fox in the Woods
Output (English): one day i saw a small vixen it be play with a lily but that come to my prediction that it be get chilly then along come a tod walk through the green grass along with him he bring his pod he limp because he have a paw of brass they start eat fresh flower from afar they look so furry soon the tod become a howler which he do so absurdly