The vore wheel's top o' dousty red.
How time's a-vled! How years do vlee!
An' there you went an' zot inzide
A hile, in aïr a-streamèn cool,
As if 'ithin a room, vull wide
An' high, you zot to guide an' rule.
You leäz'd about the stubbly land,
An' soon vill'd up your small left hand
Wi' ruddy ears your right hand vound,
An' traïl'd the stalks along the ground.