Random scans of whut.
Jan. 12th, 2008 05:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I'm at home for the weekend and spot a picture book from my childhood, which has nursery rhymes/poems in it. I had a faint impression of both liking the book and finding it a bit...I don't know, scary? Dark? Anyway, I decided to read through, and no wonder...
My attempt at translating one of the poems:
Gallop fast wild steed,
the foul crows are hounding me.
If I fall they'll bite of a piece,
I can't escape them on my feet.
Jump quick over the brook,
let your hooves clop.

o_o Whoa. Just...just look at the size of those birds! *draws back in fear*
and this is on the back cover, with the poem going something like:
Stole a goose, fox,
you malicious crook.
Let it go at once!
If the hunter happens on your way,
with your own life he'll make you pay.
My attempt at translating one of the poems:
Gallop fast wild steed,
the foul crows are hounding me.
If I fall they'll bite of a piece,
I can't escape them on my feet.
Jump quick over the brook,
let your hooves clop.

o_o Whoa. Just...just look at the size of those birds! *draws back in fear*

and this is on the back cover, with the poem going something like:
Stole a goose, fox,
you malicious crook.
Let it go at once!
If the hunter happens on your way,
with your own life he'll make you pay.