Here you will find the Poem One, Two of poet Hayyim Nahman Bialik
One, two, three, four ? find yourself a wife ? choose her! Do not dally, don't be late or someone else'll get there first. I myself found me some honey but it never came to my lips. Two she had her, this one widow: one brunette and one had fair hair. Not girls-pearls, fillies fine and gorgeous, the joy of whoever saw their face and I loved both of them. But who'll foretell and who'll say which of them I loved more. The time went, I don't know how I dillydallied, dillydallied. Suddenly a demon came and scarfed them a demon with a ponytail and handlebar mustache. And I remained, silly bugger, an old bachelor ever after. And from this to all the young men a moral to the wise and let who learns learn. One, two, three, four ? find yourself a wife ? choose her! Do not dally, don't be late or someone else'll get there first.
