Don´t  let  that  horse

                                  eat the violin    

cried Chagall´s  mother

                                       But he

                              kept rigt on

                                        paiting     

 And became famous

And kept on paiting

                                 The  Horse  With The Violin In Mouth

And when he finally finished it   

He jumped up upon the horse

                                                and rode away

                  Waving the violin

And then with a low bow gave it

To the firste naked nude he ran across

And there were no strings

                                               attached 

  ***                                  

Nenech toho koně

                                  žrát ty housle

     křičela Chagallova matka

                                            ale on

                                                        dál maloval

A stal se slavným

A dál maloval

                                  Koně S Houslemi V Hubě

A když ho dokončil

                                  vyskočil na koně

                                                                a odjel

                 mávaje houslemi

A potom s poklonou dal ho

prvnímu naháči nahatému na nějž narazil jak srnka

a nebyl v tom žádný háček

   (ani strunka)