Realien: Materialien von Anton Hafner (KZU Bülach)

THE NOX was lit by lux of Luna,

And 'twas a nox most opportuna

To catch a possum or a coona;

For nix was scattered o'er this mundus,

A shallow nix, et non profundus.

On sic a nox with canis unus,

Two boys went out to hunt for coonus.

The corpus of this bonus canis

Was full as long as octo span is,

But brevior legs had canis never

Quam had hic dog; et bonus clever,

Some used to say, in stultum jocum

Quod a held was too small locum

For sic a dog to make a turnus

Circum self from stem to sternus.

Unis canis, duo puer,

Nunquam braver, nunquam truer,

Quam hoc trio nunquam fuit,

If there was I never knew it.

This bonus dog had one bad habit,

Amabat much to tree a rabbit,

Amabat plus to chase a rattus,

Amabat bene tree a cattus.

But on this nixy moonlight night

This old canis did just right.

Nunquam treed a starving rattus,

Nunquam chased a starving cattus.

But sucurrit on, intentus

On the track and on the scentus,

Till he trees a possum strongum,

In a hollow trunkum longum.

Loud he barked in horrid bellum,

Seemed on terra vehit pellum.

Quickly ran the duo puer

Mors of possum to secure.

Quam venerit, one began

To chop away like quisque man.

Soon the axe went through the truncum

Soor, he hit it all kerchunkum;

Combat deepens, on ye bravesl

Canis, pueri et staves;

As his powers non longius tarry,

Possum potest, non pugnare.

On the nix his corpus lieth.

Down to Hades spirit flieth,

Joyful pueri, canis bonus,

Think him dead as any stonus.

Now they seek their pater's domo,

Feeling proud as any homo,

Knowing, certe, they will blossom

Into heroes, when with possum

They arrive, narrabunt story,

Plenus blood et plenior glory.

Pompey, David, Samson, Caesar,

Cvrus, Black Hawlc, Shalmanezerl

Tell me where est now the gloria,

Where the honors of victoria?

Nunc a domum narrent story,

Plenus sanguine, tradic, gory.

Pater praiseth, likewise mater,

Wonders greatly ysunger frater.

Possum leave they on the mundus,

Go themsdves to sleep profundus,

Somniunt possums slain in battle,

Strong as ursae, large as cattle.

When nox gives way to lux of moming,

Albam temm much adoming,

Up they jump to see the vannen,

Of th which this is the carmen.

Lol possum est resurrectum!

Ecce pueri dejectum,

Ne relinquit track behind him,

Et the pueri never hnd him.

Cruel possum! bestia vilest,

How the pueros thou beguilest!

Pueri think non plus of Caesar,

Go ad Orcun, Shalmanezer,

Take your laurels, cum the honor,

Since ista possum is a goner!