A Lament on the Tragic and Woefulle Pathe of Coloboc
To my Devoted Friends and Dear Colleagues from the Department of Russian Literarure, and of Cause to All You Guys who Like Old English Literature and Russian Fayrie Tales
Thou hath forsaken thy sweet home
Where dwelleth thou for many a day,
For since thy Birth hath thou known -
It be thy Fate to roll away.
Thy Absence tortvres Baba's Heart,
The Ded, he tears his Beard in Woe.
Be faire Izba, be warm the hearth,
But it's thy Destiny to go.