shorter days, a night down,
As the boring time to,
The sun seemed reluctant
Looks on harvested field.
What to do in the winter evening,
Until you gave us to eat?
Would Listen Now,
My honorable friends,
The story about the good Robert,
That lived at the time of Dagobert?
From Rome he went home,
With very little money.
This knight was a good,
reasonable, though molodenek.
While money
And in order to continue not dare wonders,
Catch a true hang
And the belly is very deprived.
