I swear to you, I did not make this up.
Our gathra, who cradgies in the manyak-norch,
We turry kerrath about your moniker.
Let’s turry to the norch where your jeel cradgies,
And let your jeel shans get greydied nosher same as it is where you cradgie.
Bug us eynik to lush this thullis,
And turri us your nijesh sharrig for the gammy eyniks we greydied
Just like we ain’t sharrig at the gammy needies that greydi the same to us.
Nijesh let us soonie eyniks that’ll make us greydi gammy eyniks,
But solk us away from the taddy.
It’s the Our Father in Cant. For some reason, I can’t get Rambling Syd Rumpo out of my head.
Here’s a very interesting article on Traveller and Romany speech.