Stacey Grove he's a roaming prophet of mine, 斯泰西格鲁夫，他是我的一个漫游的先知，

Hat full of wine. 帽子满酒。

Stacey Grove he's a roving catcher of skies, 斯泰西格罗夫他是天空的粗纱捕手，

Forecaster of eyes, so no lies. 预报员的眼睛，所以没有谎言。

   

Dungaree dome is decked like a pagan temple to Zeus 粗棉布穹顶挂满像异教神庙宙斯

He drinks acorn juice. 他喝橡子汁。

   

Roasting his feet by the furnace of peat, 由泥炭炉焙烧他的脚，

He roars at the boars who massively sleep at his feet. 他在怒吼大型谁睡在他脚下的公猪。

   

Antelope head his beard skylark red 羚羊头胡须云雀红

Is tucked 'neath the good of his summer sun hood. 是藏照耀下他的夏季遮阳罩的好。

And now that the gate of his evening is late 而现在，他晚上的门已晚

He sits on a log picking ticks off the back of his dog. 他坐在一个日志采摘列举了他的狗的后面。

   

Oh he's a nice cat 哦，他是一个不错的猫