Prope ripam fluvii solus A senex silently sat; Super capitum ecce his wig, Et wig super, ecce his hat.
Blew Zephyrus alte, acerbus, Dum elderly gentleman sat; Et a capite took up quite torve Et in rivum projecit his hat.
Tunc soft maledixit the old man, Tunc stooped from the bank where he sat, Et cum scipio poked in the water, Conatus servare his hat.
Blew Zephyrus alte, acerbus, The moment it saw him at that; Et whisked his novum scratch wig In flumen, along with his hat.
Ab imo pectore damnavit, In coeruleus eye dolor sat; Tunc despairingly threw in his cane, Nare cum his wig and his hat.
Contra bonos mores, don't swear It est wicked you know (verbum sat) Si this tale habet no other moral Mehercle! You're gratus to that.
A cat sedebat on our fence As laeta as could be; Her vox surgebat to the skies, Canebat merrily.
My clamor was of no avail, Tho' clare did I cry. Conspexit me with mild reproof, And winked her alter eye.
Quite vainly ieci boots, a lamp, Some bottles and a book; Ergo, I seized my pistol, et My aim cum cura took.
I had six shots, dixi, "Ye gods, May I that felis kill!" Quamquam I took six of her lives The other three sang still.
The felis sang with major vim, Though man's aim was true, Conatus sum, putare quid In tonitru I'd do.
A scheme advenit in my head Scivi, 'twould make her wince-- I sang! Et then the hostis fled Non eam vidi since.
A homo ibat, one dark night Puellas visitare Et mansit there so very late Ut illi constet cura.
Pueri walking by the house Saw caput in fenestra, Et sunt morati for a while To see quis erat in there.
Soon caput turned its nasum round In viam puerorum; Agnoscunt there the pedagogue, Oh! maximum pudorem!
Progressus puer to the door Cum magna quietate, Et turned the key to lock him in Moratus satis ante.
Tum pedagogue arose to go Est feeling hunky-dore: Sed non potest to get out Nam key's outside the fore.
Ascendit sweetheart now the stairs Cum festinato pede, Et roused puellas from their sleep Sed habent non the door key.
Tum excitavit dominum By her tumultuous voce Insanus currit to the door Et vidit puellam.
"Furenti place," the master roared, "Why spoil you thus my somnum? Exite from the other door Si rogues have locked the front one."