When woonce there come along the road

At night, zome show-vo'k, wi' a lwoad

Ov half the wild outlandïsh things

That crawl'd, or went wi' veet, or wings;

Their elephant, to stratch his knees,

Walk'd up the road-zide turf, an' left

His tracks a-zunk wi' all his heft

As big's a vinny cheese.

An' zoo next mornèn zome vo'k vound

The girt round tracks upon the ground,