In these nursery rhymes and fairy tales, you fly the cockeyed route
of a silly tool! Crafty forager–stealing seeds from my garden, you
appear. You crack me up! The way you teeter and tot, pop!
Will you sing now too? I hear it’s often in your solitude your notes
ring. Why, do you follow me? I’ve got no bread. And you make
such noise that rattles my head!
But your magick is strong—your unexpected genius.
Amuse me! Bemuse me! For soon I shall attend the busyness
of the world. I must, I must attend! But I Hear Crow…
