one day cameth forth a summer storn 
dark clouds didth light nings a door’n 
thunder pierced the evilling skigh 
doom didth seemeth to be near bigh 

(while my “O”‘n spell-in beeath not graight
’tis not my fault t’ain’t awl straight
when the storn with evil  beeganne 
she knockedth my m cleer douwn to n)