Classic Poem

Fra the weird sisteris saw the schaip of that schit,
" Littil luk be thy lot, " quod they, " whair thow lykis; "
" Thy fowmart face, " quod the first, " to flyt salbe fit. "
" Nikneven " quod the nixt, " sall nureische the e thryse;
To ryde post in Elphin none abiller nor it. "
" To dryve doggis furth to dryt " the third did devyse:
" All they dayis sall thow be of thy bodie bot a bit.
As suche as thow seames, als scharp be thy syse. "
Then dewlie they deimit what deid it suld die.
The first said, " suirlie of a schot " ;
The nixt said, " in a rynnand knot " ;
The thrid, " be thrawing of the throt,
Lyk a tyk on a trie. "