POETRY FOR CHILDREN

The Book about Moomin, Mymble and Little My - by Tove Jansson

Extract from a new verse translation by Sophie Hannah

Here’s little Moomintroll, none other,
Hurrying home with milk for mother.
Quick, Moomintroll, it’s nearly night.
Run home while there’s a bit of light.
Don’t hang around in woods like these.
Strange creatures lurk between the trees.
The wind begins to howl and hiss.
Now, guess what happens after this...

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