WHEN God had finished Master Messerin,
He really thought it something to have done:
Bird, man, and beast had got a chance in one,
And each felt flattered, it was hoped, therein.
For he is like a goose i’ the windpipe thin,
And like a camelopard high i’ the loins,
To which for manhood, you’ll be told, he joins
Some kind of flesh hues and a callow chin,
As to his singing, he affects, the crow,
As to his learning, beasts in general,
And sets all square by dressing like a man.
God made him, having nothing else to do,
And proved there is not anything at all
He cannot make, if that’s a thing He can.
For another translation of this poem by Lorna de’l; Lucchi, along with the Italian text, that is also here online on Elfinspell, go here.