Castle of the six girls
Take the woodpecker, and the language of a horse,
Don’t put much stock in the pecking, take
The drifting, parochial sneering at an awkward world
The hat of cardinals
Always sit straight on the head
Take these ladies now and then say
Wat you think of first: Every day
Like Paradise, the seventh pro Deo and the eighth diabolical
My language is no stranger to that
Of the horse and to that of the woodpecker
Oerset Rod Jellema