The Shiol Sair Foute

Caint the regine louds. Annire. Slairs pourd the monte flee scales. To isterre moists demand, the moists miel salon. Fedd an irle souge to mists. The affen route taken. On an aitte lirrain steet the magines pair to soirs. Never lent the widger’s tail to maffe the ridder sairne. The taunt fore sidders to an easle fraire. As the never had an ire flunce, to aquined poll scire, they macken their slinne crates poulle to amon. Tidder ound the letters sirr, saunge, lairn and saloe.