Inder landen Glockenspiel
Geefor machen quebs inreel
Ich bespleed das messe Jungfrau
Dom gnamon offr Liv al Kälte Kute
Mein Mittelpunkt bin pitrapat
Aver das Jungfau's bumberchute
Alas mein hertz mach bebroken
Das Tierkind Frau sein bespoken
Squarshed mitten in zwie snabs of bread
Und servieren tu me pour lunch instead
Liv my messa Leberwurst
Ich sollen geliebte du wohl
Aber du gefallen gut
Rrrangflurg the young
A member of a myopic race of intelligent sausage-like worms who journeyed to a delicatessen in Germany and fell in love with a fair Liverwurst only to be served it for lunch between two pieces of rye bread, probably the only thing that kept this from being an adult-only poem.
Translated with Microsoft Universal Translator Version 7 (TM)