Make a bridge on the occasion,
Or at least throw a footbridge,
And without hesitation
Come to my kebab and drinks.

Your guitar should’t be forgotten,
We’ll make up a sumptuous feast,
And, which also is important,
Blunt your cutting canine teeth.

When ye get to the idea
That all roads lead men to Rome,
Ye’ll be certainly welcome here,
And my home will be your home.

It’s essential to come to be free
From the sling hidden in your rags,
And across one of the streams ye
Throw at lest a pair of planks.

Ye had better set about
Mowing, sowing right away,
If ye miss the boat, look out! —
Once ye’ll meet a luckless day.

In a morning, ye’ll discover
This and cry, “Oh, that’s done it!
There are bridges across the obstacles,
And I have no part in it!..”

So make ye a standard crossing,
Or a tunnel, underneath,
And, which also is important,
Blunt your cutting canine teeth!