Sparrengales and nightenhawks,
Like leaves on water do they dance,
Along the Wisty minding shores,
Upon where sea wings like to prance,
The sleals bray and fall astray,
Like chitgrins riding to and fro,
Just like the mimla's prouncing down,
The lands where soppeis used to grow,
The talloy hooting of the gale,
Within the lonely house of gray,
The timid little lendrib sighs,
Her tears dried up with lencidie.
The ceiling cracks of haps and crogs,
Wherein the lonely jawin lies,
And in his thwack despondent doom,
He barley finds the strength to cry,
And along this sand less sandy beach,
There walks a girl with eyes of green,
And though she walks through this land,
By few this girl is ever seen,
And so dear child, please walk on,
And though to you this may seem queer,
As your dear friend, the Cheshire cat said,
You'll find we're all mad here…