Demands Joyous by James Longley

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?

            Tup-a-coo! Tup-a-coo!

Who is he that pasted peacock
feathers to the budding linden twigs?

            Our dog-eared Whitsun fool.