The drill in on the Earth of deep has be crumb the eel lunged,
a hug address to grounds that sum score the ship tale strum,
a pick in roll the T-post put Wires string fro stream slot spoon,
remove the lane to entry vein a valley shows the Tombs of rain.

Shed the flood for mining jewel open sight climb a Tar,
great pain in ears the scream a Jar all for scrub to scar,
words whom tell of grades so sharp push the send rope,
noose the brain to hards in starch the wears are edible.

Jibbing hooks with a shredders spar no response the farce,
while worth is natural to the Ore shining brightly time is saved,
Age confides thus in pane ashes of the stain glass brained.