Now it doesn't go on: the fond branches cradle me;
Oh, my wings flit and flap on the au nauteral tree.

It doesn't go on: at meals the guest is served,
And hospitality decants and disdain is much loved.

It doesn't go on: at play the cub shovels snow
While the sow shoots smiles through her ruby bow.

It doesn't go on: in the emergencia habitacion
The patient is cared of and his hurt is bandaged on.

It doesn't go on: the student studies the Fable
With her teacher who recites it from the table.

It doesn't go on: the granny tells fab bercueses
And her grandson catches some kip and stretches.

Now it would go on: the ship sails smoothly whence
It'd strayed and sunk in the all but deep negligence.