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So to akovo divvus acai he's penned the Krallis o' the Matchis, and rikkers his mui bongo sar o' yeck sidus. Mushis shouldn't shell too shunaben apre lengis kokeros. Once all the fish came and swam together in the water. Then the flounder shouted for his life, "I'm the king of you all!" and he roared so violently he twisted his mouth all to one side.
Dovo mush was like boot 'dusta mushis wery cammoben to his kokero. A tinker stopped one day at a farmer's house, where the lady gave him meat and milk. While he was eating he saw a kettle all rusty and bent, with a great hole in it, and he asked, "Give it to me and I will take it away for nothing, because you have been so kind and obliging to me."
So they pookered him about the bullus, an' he hankered it avree; an' they welled alay an' jalled andurer to the kitchema, for there never was dui mushis in 'covo tem that kaumed a droppi levinor koomi than lender. But pale dovo divvus that trusheni mush never sookered he couldn't be a trashni mush no moreus. Tacho.
So the rye jalled aduro pauli the tem, and latched the Rommany chals, and bitchered them to staruben. Now this was adree the puro chairus when they used to nasher mushis for any bitti covvo. And some of the Rommany chals were nashered, an' some pannied.
"When a mush mullers, an' the juvas adree his ker can't kair habben because they feel so naflo 'bout the rom being gone, or the chavi or juvalo mush, or whoever it may be, then their friends for trin divvuses kairs their habben an' bitchers it a lende. An' that's tacho Rommanis, an' they wouldn't be dessen Rommany chuls that wouldn't kair dovo for mushis in sig an' tukli."
Ryes must be sig not to kair pyass an' trickis atop o' choro mushis. Once a Gipsy went to a great farmhouse as the gentleman sat at table eating. And so soon as the Gipsy looked away, the gentleman very quietly filled a cheese-cake with mustard and gave it to the Gipsy. When the mustard bit in his throat, he was half choked, and the tears came into his eyes.
"Rommanys never lel kaulo matchers adree the ker, 'cause they're mullos, and beng is covvas; and the puro beng, you jin, is kaulo, an' has shtor herros an' dui mushis an' a sherro. But pauno matchers san kushto, for they're sim to pauno ghosts of ranis."
So he pallered 'em, an' they tadered him dukker the drum, parl the bors, weshes, puvius, gogemars, till they lelled him adree the panni, an then savvy'd avree. And odoi he dicked lender pre the waver rikk, ma lesters kokerus yakkis, an' they were bitti mushis, bitti chovihanis, about dui peeras boro.
'Pre yeck divvus a choro mush had a juckal that used to chore covvas and hakker them to the ker for his mush mass, wongur, horas, and rooys. A rye kinned the juckal, an' kaired boot dusta wongur by sikkerin' the juckal at wellgooras. Where barvelo mushis can kair wongur tacho, chori mushis have to loure.
So he lelled dui sastern chokkas and kelled sar the ratti 'pre the bar, kairin' such a gudlo you could shoon him a mee avree; an' adree the sala he had kaired a hev adree the bar as boro as lesters sherro. So the barvelo rye del him the fino ker, and sar the mushis got matto, hallauter kettenus. Many a cheirus I've shooned my puri dye pen that a bar with a hev adree it kairs kammoben.
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