A little buoy said, "Mother, deer, May I go out too play? The son is bright, the heir is clear, Owe, mother, don't say neigh!" "Go fourth, my sun," the mother said. The ant said, "Take ewer slay, Your gneiss knew sled, awl painted read, Butt dew knot lose your weigh." "Ah, know," he cried, and sought the street With hart sew full of glee - The whether changed - and snow and sleet, And reign, fell steadily. Threw snowdrifts grate, threw watery pool, He flue with mite and mane - Said he, "Though I wood walk by rule, I am not rite, 'tis plane. "I'd like to meat sum kindly sole, For hear gnu dangers weight, And yonder stairs a treacherous whole - Two sloe has been my gate. "A peace of bred, a nice hot stake, I'd chews if I were home, This crewel fete my hart will brake, Eye love knot thus to roam. "I'm week and pail, I've mist my rode," But here a carte came past, He and his sled were safely toad Back two his home at last.
