Purr then by my right ear,
who him the ear of the tiger;
In dusk is coolness, fire is fearsome
two foot with two foot,
birds are for eating.

Hawk hath the blame, servant of Hathorstamm.
Nathless we night have, we give them nothing,
To neither hawk nor to Hathorstamm.
Neither can they see in the forest.

Said Patha to the Patha the small
go learn of the fire, go thou to Hathorstamm
and watch by the fire, but see that thou serve not.

Said patha the small whom have I served O fat Patha
Who eateth pheasant for fire.

Leave it to the HATHorstamm gooseeye his flare
is there not time for us both.

Is not enough bulls for both? Nec taurus est tellus?

Then spoke Black Patha: Black Patha, my father
each one such pheasant a night

Then spoke Batha the spotted: Patha the spotted hath taken the big pheasant at midday,

There are too many pheasants.