Ah, the taste of a coney
marinated and stewed
Ah, what a treat for the tummy
across the desert, his feet issued
more cute than a pony
but fierce and fast as to be lewd
the way he bobs and weaves, a bit runny
spirit of the hunt, he is imbued
aware and not a bit of a dummy
Ah, he will be my dinner food
once I catch him, strip him nude

Penned by my hand on the 15th of Scarlatan, in the year 663 AF.