Kokkodus Artarus
Drey the puro cheeros there jibb’d a puri Romani juva, Sinfaya laki nav. Tatchi Romani juva i; caum’d to rokkra Romany, nav’d every mush kokkodus, ta every mushi deya. Yeck chavo was láki; lescro nav Artáros; dinnelo or diviou was O; romadi was lesgué; but the rommadi merr’d, mukking leste yeck chávo. Artáros caum’d to jal oprey the drom, and sikker his nangipen to rawnies and kair muior. At last the ryor chiv’d leste drey the diviou ker. The chávo jibb’d with his puri deya till he was a desch ta pantsch besh engro. Yeck divvus a Romani juva jalling along the drom dick’d the puri juva beshing tuley a bor roving: What’s the matter, Sinfaya, pukker’d i?
My chavo’s chavo is lell’d oprey, deya.
What’s he lell’d oprey for?
For a meila and posh, deya.
Why don’t you jal to dick leste?
I have nash’d my maila, deya.
O má be tugni about your maila; jal and dick leste.
I don’t jin kah se, deya! diviou kokkodus Artáros jins, kek mande. Ah diviou, diviou, jal amande callico.