The home of the dog / now slick with ice
His face in the mead / till nearly eleven
Awakes and in thunder / finds his ass
On stairs of Hfthnaruven / broken asunder

What? Said Barninisstroagg / the mule without apple
Is this man-hill of snow / a new urinal
They have cast on the forge / Of Thririgrarpt
Or spewer of chunks / stairbottomed ?