An old man was Mangi named, that Mangi was very hungry.
Mangi's son was Mangi named, that Mangi was very long.
And old man Mangi worked and worked, and brought provisions home.
Those provisions Mangi Junior ate, but he never had enough.
"eat food! eat food! eat day and night!" said long Mangi hungry Mangi's son.
No, it was unlike anything how long Mangi could
in one fell swoop stuff himself with so many different foods.
a cured lambflank, some briskets,
and six bloodpudding slices,
ten different types of pastries,
and one chocolate cookie.
and old man Mangi worked and worked
and brought provisions home.
those provisions Mangi Junior ate, but he never had enough.
I will not speak anymore of these two different Mangis.
I think that my little story is sad enough as it is.