English text
My love, he's mad, and my love, he's fleet, And a wild young wood-thing bore him! The ways are fair to his roaming feet, And the skies are sunlit for him. As sharply sweet to my heart he seems As the fragrance of acacia. My own dear love, he is all my dreams -- And I wish he were in Asia. -- Dorothy Parker, part 2
English variant — jive
My love, he's mad, and mah' love, he's fleet, And some wild yung wood-din' bo'e him. Right On! De ways are fair t'his roamin' feet, And da damn skies are sunlit fo' him. 'S coo', bro. As sharply sweet t'my heart he seems As de fragrance uh acacia. Sheeeiit. My own dear love, he be all mah' dreams -- And ah' wish he wuz in Asia. Sheeeiit. -- Do'ody Parker, part 2
English variant — valspeak
My love, like, he's mad, man, and my love, oh, baby, he's fleet, And a wild young wood-thin' drag him! Gag me with a pitchfork! The ways are fair to his roamin' feet, And thuh skies are sunlit for that dude. As sharply sweet to my heart he seems As thuh fragrance of acacia. My own dear love, like, wow, he is like, ya know, all my dreams -- And I wish he were in Asia. -- Dorothy Parker, oh, baby, part 2