Letra de The Nether-edge
March wull sarch, Eäpril wull try, Mäy u'll tell if you'll live or die.Buds a-break and milchi seeps Heady in the meadows Chalky children on the steep Baskets full of shadowsGapmouth spins a rattle song Air's an upturned ocean Swift's an axe hurled in the gloam Splits the Riddle openNow it looks it almost zounds Wordle zircles wider With the silence upside down Horse atop the riderQuaterevil takes a wife: Chilver meets her maker As the grindstone turns the knife O'er Eleven AcresFemboys in the forest find Figs of foul freedom Where the old you left behind Valls through nether-EdenSome must watch, while some must sleep So runs the wordle's way; A not-girl zweal-ed at the stake A-births the end of May