Thrice the brinded cat hath mew’d.
Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined.
Harpier cries ’Tis time, ’tis time.
No, please, not there…
But sir, I find faith in stewed prunes!
And you are as fat as a…
Stick and stones hath not hurt my bones!
Hold on, I’m bringing up Google translate…
Same to you bub. Peace.