human
Ill thou dost, O wicked herdsman, Driving bears unto the homestead, To the yard these wolves gigantic.
gpt
Ill I did, a wicked herd-boy, Not so great as wicked mistress. In my cake a stone she baked me, Baked a lump of rock within it, On the stone my knife struck sharply, 'Gainst the rock my knife was shattered; 'Twas the knife of mine own father, Of our race a cherished heirloom.