human
Go! go! rise and go Away to the banks of the Hoang-ho! There the Chickasaw sachem is making his tea, And the kettle boils and waits for thee. I'll smite thee, ho! and I'll lay thee low, On the beautiful banks of the Hoang-ho!
gpt
No, Father, you need not be anxious! I know now what troubles the child. I'll give him a little hot ginger As soon as he's fairly awake; His frightful Geography Demon Is just his Aunt Susan's plum-cake!