mondeseen?

What do you call a mondegreen if you read it instead of hearing it?

I've nearly finished marking those student assignments about Edwin Muir's 'The Horses'. The good ones were all hiding in the last batch, which cheered me up. Now I just have to mop up the late ones, so I'm not working to a deadline any more.

I still love the poem, but it will never be quite the same since a student quoted

Thereafter
Nothing. The radios dumb;
And still they stand in corners of our kitchens,
And stand, perhaps, turned on, in a million rooms
All over the world. But now if they should speak,
If on a sudden they should speak again,
If on the stroke of noon a voice should speak,
We would not listen, we would not let it bring
That old bad world that swallowed its children quick.
At one great gulp. We would not have it again.

As...

That old bad world that swallowed its chicken quick.