What is it has no home stone,
but takes its rest-up all about?
The song that two began, but not at once?
Which way led the skin-grafted silo-man
his hundred head of stock?
In circles? (he had one foot)
How is it a pear on a table
may racket awake the house?
Who is he that pasted peacock
feathers to the budding linden twigs?
Our dog-eared Whitsun fool.