Hello! Friday, Friday, Friday! Woo-hoo! *fist pump* Time for more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, nudge the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem -- the last one for 2013, too! Woo-hoo!
In keeping with the season, this week's song is the 16th Century Spanish nativity song "Ríu Ríu Chíu" (read lyrics and listen to song here). Enjoy.
A Raw Organic Virgin
Riu, riu, chiu, the river holds.
God is a wolf in a lamb.
The rabid wolf tried to bite,
but the mighty god could defend.
Quisola could not make sin.
Originally, this was not even a raw organic virgin.
This is born, the great Monarcha,
Kristol, patriarch of meat dress.
Hanoi be redeemed with a tiny quiz
(although it was infinite, limited).
Many prophecies have predictions.
Even today we are weary.
God made man to see on the ground,
and a man in the sky, because he wanted to.
I saw that there were staples,
a thousand singing waiters,
FLYING AROUND with a thousand sounds.
Glory be in Gascony, in the sky,
and peace on the ground standing, because the birth.
This man came to life,
and comes to repair the fall.
Daylight Saving Time is the boy Aqueste.
This is John Lamb speaking.
You heard Ansina straighten it well.
God can make it to Puediera; Mom does not have to.
That was his father, and now she has been born,
who, with her son, raised the Dicer.
Well, we already have what we want.
Together we propose an action.
All, we will give our commitment
to be equal with men.