The Cavvun Seet
Chindes to the maker’s sauld. A squirre laists maurn the widden roaks. A gidgeon fled the circus frents, and the maginned lowre chest fandes to midsts. The regid staste an borrough, an friend, the foullier steeq. As the voices lere round dark, the quaints are that of fools, to maivve the mictier seased.