Brave English language, you are strong as trees,
Yet intricate and stately.
Thus one
Through branches clear-embroidered stars.
You
Our sense as damask roses on the breeze,
And barns that smell of hay, and bread-and-cheese.
Rustic yet Roman, yours are
Sonorous as the seas sound.
On my kneesI would give thanks for all your words.
Yet
Our legacy and our delight he'd
And nip and dock and drill, to write with
Kornershul memoz faw the Pawchoogeese.
