111: A brick slips on the wall,
It is hairy like a tram.
This song is about love.
Do not forget her.

222: No, it was not so! Another option:
Through the river flows a tail from Hueva-Kukuev.
Let him swim. A fly is a plane.

333 Maybe it was like this:
A tail floats on the river.
wood like a brick,
Let him swim,
We don’t need a foam.

Chapter 444: The Thieves This is how:
A brick floats on the river
From the village of Kukova.
Let him swim,
The Iron Eve.

And the same poem in the language of William our Shakespeare:
A brick is floating down the river
From the town of Byron.
And we will let it float along,
F*cking piece of iron.