Stop All The Singing Traffic Officers and Public Pigeons
by W.H. Auden and AltaVista Babel Fish

If stop clock everything which it can shut off do to telephone,
you become silent the casket do to bring up,
mourners permit the fact that it comes with the drum which do to prevent,
the piano barks the dog with the bone where the moisture is many and is covered thing.
Permit the fact that the glove of the cotton where the airplane is black is learned with the sky, with him over dying, it reaches,
it tries the message which places the bow around the neck where the public pigeon which is made crepe condition is white to go around the traffic officer runs and writes.
He is to sing my north, my south, my east and west, the week when I work and my remaining my noon of Sunday, my midnight, my story, me;
I thought that love continues for the sake of:
As for me by mistake it was.
The star now is not desired:
Turn off each one;
Stuff with respect to month, disassemble the sun;
Pour the ocean, clean on the wood.
Now all it is good thing because of what, it comes, it is possible.