She ate. Tongues like devils, you see, languages, las palabras.
Golem mouth really, hers, will dip tongue in ink, tintenschwarz like currants black.
Hungry, she, always, but doesn't eat for life, for her, the words are l'amour.
I think it is her mother's fault, mothers, always first point of blame;
her mother never did give the girl a tongue, not the kind
that you are given with hugs and kisses anyways, no bayushki bayu
for the girl. She eats like a devil, now anyways.
Can you imagine what will happen when she speaks?