裏Danques

The Rat of Danques, ere 'tis caught.
Woe with bliss wend southern-north, thou canst reach by aware way.
Whither Danques, no one knows, whither its Rat, is never done.

The Rat as Danques, 'twixt thorns accrued.
Alters not like all the tribes, weaving tittering, thirsts for most none.
What's craved is not known so null, thou perchance durst not look for.

The Rat's with Danques, as 'twas thought.
Thou ever art with his overture, eld as the time it someday happed.
The liege on top of the southern-north, as if thou desiredst to wit.