Oh my dear St. John,
Bring us back some sardines
Cook them all well done
And drink many "mines"
(leia-se "mines" em português ou não rima)
Stopped boat
To fish sardines
Doesn't make trip
And still gets "mines"
St. John without “porro” garlic
Is like a garden without a flower
And a hammer, but not metallic,
Fulfils a night, like electric power