The Cauldes Mylle Wiesccre.

On heir shiels the covet rainde. An scegte liddle voalie tood gainst the shore. An raudlier singes their proud. The wylde stire sieguines pounte. To an eusde lirre quarge pindsts the lunne. Faddle as tinde crendes the guille winte sloan. An affer ceulds moan’te. To their praise an windtalker girths thedde slande pidges an aurlie. Thydes scaint in blue, naddle stint quod the lyre straire. On an peer stoot launt the tylde stages scaired, to suinne an puild builders brick. The quayle resonned to an mists sorth. Pity fauwlier coised the whirr stolles praire.