Anonymous French from almost 1000 years ago. Can’t help but wonder if Lewis Carroll ever saw this. . .
The note of a trumpet was eating the heart of a thunderbolt with vinegar
When a dead hobnail caught the course of a star in a bird-trap.
In the air there was a grain of rye, when the barking of a roasting spit
And the stump of a piece of cloth found a worn-out fart and cut off its ear.