Djarlamancha Poem by Pierre Rausch

Rodeo rodeo, tror te, tre
Recerüderodero
Djarlarmancha cook it up
Hovel, spare part, hug shop

It is a biscuit, a leisure teen
It is a Larry, a boy on scene

Terrier
There are many hills not to ascend
Came down form the ballyhalle camel
It is a biscuit, a leisure teen
That it was it who had broken
The traveller blade's of theriser's fog
It is a Larry, a boy on leisure
Downtown Station of the Liebert track
It's here I bribe, It's here I quit

It is a biscuit, a leisure teen
It is a Larry, a boy on scene

Down dunnhallitop

A child made the perspiration trickle down his limbs
Which had relaxed its grasp reappear
Djarlarmancha cook it up
In the darkness behind
Djarlamancha skumb zob
Djarlamancha de shig zob
As the lukeworm crawls outside
It is a biscuit, a leisure teen
It is a Larry, a boy on scene
Djarlamancha skumb zob
Djarlamancha de shig zob
It is a biscuit, a leisure teen
It is a Larry, a boy on scene

The wealthy archetype Higgins
The specimen that could field within
I am an a widget, a leisure scene
It's to describe the field within

The digs red to volvemarsh size
Late specimen you could question
Layout archetype Higgins