When money talks, what does it say? Can tempus fly TWA? Engines purr and roar and whine. Computers prattle line by by line. Hoses hiss. Who aggravates them? Actions count? Who tabulates them? Breezes serenade Louise. Brooklets murmur as they please. Nature frowns and nature smiles While long lines hum for miles and miles. Storm clouds threaten. Kettles sing. Leaflets clap their hands in spring. Gates that hang on rusty hinges Squeakily protest their twinges. In short, things quite inanimate Can prove themselves articulate. When you need a free translation, Summon your imagination.