京都の苔。
Mossy mossy comin', your comin' son, yours.
See cows reek of rich dead, oh my welfare done.
Are you me? No, No lord will mourn for one's nunny,
Doe's shit is on your knee, know law is no cure.
もいっちょ
Archaic two finest hours owe your now-noon call,
Easy'n'sunny tour let her later itch and tire.