Mouth’s myths insisting
Hamelin’s route towards grass
Grass till the herb is glass
Hear here, my belly sings
Hear here, your belly sings
Happiness birds
Yellow
birds
happiness sings
birds
birds
pagans porcelain
And they sang
the twelve routes
threaded and treating
Hamelin’s songs
further and grass
glass and far
Pedro Pablo de Sampedro?
Pedro Pablo de Sampedro?