This is an English translation of the Becherian interpretation of The Olde Folly (also known as "The Folly of Folané), first told by Yankal Krimeli.

A man went to eat

Then he sat in the grove of crow, and he sang

“I ponder, I wonder

Will thinking of crows kill you?”

A man turned his horse,

so is the economy at home

Listen, my husband asks

When will the tree blossom?

I drove it not to blood

On a crow he swore to kill him

Oh, I heard the greatest shame!

Did you hear that Raven can kill a person?

But the crows came in into the house and cried!

A man crawled into a hole

A man who drew his bow,

so straight a shot he fell

Lo! So interesting, it leads to Folané.

But the Raven, he cursed them all!

So interesting, it lead old Folané

to Crows flying through the barn door!

In Mu’un saying

may Maya gain, his ears are right

He will probably tutor

In his eyes, life is like glass!

His neck fell and a man saw,

the church without dignity

Children are used as the crow

It is not a straight value!