It is a poem when no man listen you.
I ask the gyphsy pal
To imitate an old image
And to old wisdom.
She drew in her chin,
Made her neck and head
The top piece of a nile obseak and said:
Snatch of the gag from thy mouth,child,
And be free to keep silance.
Tell no man anything for no man litens,
Yet hold your liphs ready to speak.