Hello! Friday, Friday, Friday! Woo-hoo! *fist pump* (I should stop doing that; it always tires me out.) Anyway, here's some more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, tart up the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
Written by rockabilly singer-songwriter Ersel Hickey, "Don't Let the Rain Come Down (Crooked Little Man)" was a folk music hit in 1964 for the Serendipity Singers and is our Babelfish selection for today (listen to them sing the song here, or listen to a rocksteady version by Jamaican vocal group The Gaylads, featuring a sax player who seems unsure what key he's supposed to be in, here). Enjoy.
Ion Pancake Covers It
Oh, no, no, no punishment with the rain.
Months from now, I have to soak into the roof.
Well done, yes; can I have the roof? Hydraulic tilt is overwhelming.
Smile, unstable country.
The Tao of six, and walk two kilometers with a smile.
The name Tao mouse and ex-cat sanctuary.
To them, life is a small silky room, will house all of the Tao.
Well, a little smile, a small boy named Toyota.
Walked 2 km Tao for 6 people with a smile.
Mix some nails, and buy the name Tao.
Ion pancake covers it for riches to repair the round-trip rat standard.
Well, a little pottery cat and mouse movement.
To them, life is a small room; all Tao is scheduled in the clock-flowering tuft house.
Only Tao from the door of the Tao.
The step is part of the border.
Winnie the pooh pooh.
Oh, no, no, punishing rain.
From now on, Moon and litter on the roof.
Well, yes, I am roofing US-friendly hole. The roof is overwhelming.
I am roofing, and from now on I am roofing.
Months from now, I have the roof to soak.