Hello! Lovely to see you, and woo-hoo, it's Friday already. Hooray! Let's kick off the weekend with some more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, poke and prod the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This week's feature is an old German folk song about farmers' springtime activities, "Im Märzen Der Bauer" (watch cartoon sing-along of the song here). Enjoy.
Purple Is So Hot
The rose march power equipment,
it puts the State in the fields and pastures.
Asia is cultivated ground,
turning his hand late in the morning.
Rake, not resolution,
but making the most of home.
Cedar green pfopft.
Employment and work and due diligence.
Wegisin, a servant, and soon a man.
Inspiration comes quickly.
He is happy, singing a few songs.
His heart is a beautiful royal tulip luxury, all my friends, and where is the heaven and Earth?
Purple is so hot, no pause, and o Muhammad began Userboxes/Time and
fallen wash refill.
You are very secret, full basement home.
But even with your friends, winter seems to be celebrating.