My fallow fields yield
No harvest but build nitrogen.
My fallow fields'll yield
Next year crops I'll apply to gin.

Next season I'll sow seeds sere and sun-kissed,
Rain'll get them wet, injected with droplets.
If they're dry, I will cry because I won't get
Stalks so high--just a callow field yield.

My shallow niece is
My seed-sowee, senses shame. (senses shame)
My sallow niece is
Demeaned in the demeanor game.

She tells me to find someone else to love:
"You consanguine rat, you!" (you rat, you)
"To ken kin is taboo?!" (is taboo)

Then I try with her bounteous sisters too.
My stalk's dry, so I've fallow nieces.
My stalk's dry, so I've fallow nieces.