♫ My age is three hundred ♫ ♫ and seventy-two ♫ ♫ I think with the deepest regret ♫ ♫ How I used to pick up and voraciously chew ♫ ♫ the dear little boys ♫ I've eaten them raw in their holiday suits, ♫ ♫ Eaten them curried with rice, ♫ ♫ I've eaten them baked in their jackets and boots, ♫ ♫ And found them exceedingly nice. ♫
我 372 岁了。 带着深深的惆怅想起 我曾如何结识 并贪婪地咀嚼 我遇见的 可爱的小男孩们。 连带着他们假日的套装， 我把他们生吃了。 还是伴着咖喱饭 吃的他们。 我吃着在夹克衫和靴子里 烘焙过的他们 还发现他们好吃极了。