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.
