Hello! And how are you on this wonderful New Year's Day? Bright and breezy? Cheeky and cheerful? Chipper? Top-notch? Super-duper? Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed? Full of sunshine? Rarin' to go? Just ducky? Full of ginger? Ready to face the day? Hunky-dory? In the swim? Peachy-keen? On the ball? Up to snuff? A-OK? Copacetic? Right on? Cooking with gas? Spiffy? Okey-dokey? First-class? Capital? Fly? On fleek (do kids even still say that these days?)? Full of beans? All of those put together? None of the above? No matter, because, regardless, it's time for some more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, tinker with the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
Let's start off the New Year by gettin' down with our bad selves to Sly and the Family Stone's "Thank You (Falettinme Be Mice Elf Agin)" (listen to song here). Enjoy.
We Have To Repair The Elf Mouse
Search for Satan,
Fingers are terrible.
They start running.
Chase ran like a bullet.
My leaps started.
I struggled off the nervousness which we started
on top of you.
Please for leaving me
and five golden mice: the elf again.
All parties to the hard edges of the garment,
Or they can bust the cats.
Rooms at the solar eclipse.
Denmark is scheduled to Guildenstern,
but they could not stand.
This is an emergency situation.
This is the Tao of long words.
I would like to thank you for me,
because the elves must recover the mouse.
Electronic dance music,
any given time.
The people's daily,
Mother, be happy.
Run and bark to say Mother.
See, that's enough.
I want to thank you for giving me
travel elf again.
(On the other hand, yes, the band would be different.)
I want to thank you, Guildenstern,
because we have to repair the elf mouse.