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…