Come-hither amare
Stroke mine gill
Pull mine hair

Stroke it softly dearest love,

Cometh near amour'
I'll rub thy flesh
I'll make thy sketch

Of thy unearthly body upon the throne,

Get closer grá
Pull thy draw
In Acadian fall

Hoist ourn appetite,

Bite into that fruitful apple
No simpletons to ****** thou
No petty thieves to break in

Just stench of ourn beginnings, no end!!

Potion of magic wizards
Anti-toxin of dose elixer
Antidote of unkept filters

How thou hast cleaned me so purely!!!