Пиздихаханьки
И, прежде чем я перейду к делу, позвольте прочесть стихотворение нашей любимой поэтессы Пэм Эйрс (я, правда, подозреваю, что это лишь очередное обличье Терри Джонса, но тем лучше). Называется оно "The Sea Shell" ("Не плачь, Алиса, ты стала мёртвой").
Don't ee fret no more, my darlin' Alice,
Don't ee cry and sorrow, my old dear,
Don't ee watch the lane for our son Arnold,
Lost upon the sea this fourteen year.
Let a smile play on your lips again, Alice,
Fourteen years, you've worn the widows drab,
And get your ears away from that great sea shell,
Nobody hears the ocean in a crab.
Don't ee fret no more, my darlin' Alice,
Don't ee cry and sorrow, my old dear,
Don't ee watch the lane for our son Arnold,
Lost upon the sea this fourteen year.
Let a smile play on your lips again, Alice,
Fourteen years, you've worn the widows drab,
And get your ears away from that great sea shell,
Nobody hears the ocean in a crab.