[Hookbill the Goomba]

"When Spring unfolds the beechen leaf, and sap is in the bough; When light is on the wild-wood stream, and wind is on the brow; When stride is long, and breath is deep, and keen on the mountain-air, Come back to me! Come back to me! And say my land is fair."

Became

"When the book appeared, juice, light brown wood products, but the current application, the field is wide, deep, mountain air is good to go back to our homeland."

And then...

"It cannot be seen, cannot be felt, Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt. It lies behind stars and under hills, And empty holes fill. It comes first and follows after, Ends life, kills laughter."

Became...

"I do not see can not see, hear or smell. The stars and the hills and fill the empty space. Above all, keep track of them after his death, life and laughter."

Which actually sounds kind of cool.