Reminded me of Ezra Pound's rewrite of Middle English Poem about summer:

Ancient Music - Ezra Pound

  Winter is icumen in,
  Lhude sing Goddamm,
  Raineth drop and staineth slop,
  And how the wind doth ramm!
  Sing: Goddamm.
  Skiddeth bus and sloppeth us,
  An ague hath my ham.
  Freezeth river, turneth liver,
  Damm you; Sing: Goddamm.
  Goddamm, Goddamm, 'tis why I am, Goddamm,
  So 'gainst the winter's balm.
  Sing goddamm, damm, sing goddamm,
  Sing goddamm, sing goddamm, DAMM.