Honada rontini ghonta in the phonta!
Where is the eagle flying on the horizon?
In the middle of the night the seabirds screeches.
At 12 o clock the gulls all leeches
Are all in one infinite scullet
Ferried into the bed pan mullet!
And there in all the lovely meadows
Ryes and ginger moutarde aglow,
There in the barrow in the farrow
A garrowing snake meets your narrow waist
And when I call out your name
You humbled seek the divine! Is this the game?
Seek not outside your door the deer
And hold out not outside your window beer
Because clothes left hanging flail about
Because without the roulette there is no snout.
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