LOW AND BEHOLD
IT IS FEAR THAT DRIVETH US
THAT TAKETH US AWAY
THAT MAKE THE SMALL THE LARGE AGAIN
AND RAIN RAIN RAINY DAYS
TO BACK AND FORTH
AND BRING THEM TOP
TILL SUNDAY BUTTONS TAKE
A ROAD UNLIKE ANOTHER ONE
AND BUILDING, BUILDING CAKE
SING A THING OR TWO FOR ME
A BARGAIN, PLEASE AND BEG
TWO STOPS, ONE HOT
THE OTHER; NOT
MY STARRY WITHERED BED
TILL DAWN
WHAT HO
A YARN!?
TIS SO!
CUPS OF NOT SO MUCH
ODE TO TWINKLE TOE
TWINKLE TOE YOU SAY?
A HAY
NO, THIS CAMEL HASN'T SOME
MY WATER WATERED WATERY LOVE
WILL SURELY NEVER COME
TILL DUSK, A FATE
A WAIT
NOT YET
BRIGHT UNLIT FURROWED SKY
A LITTLE PRITTLE PRIM AND PRAT
A TONGUE?
TOO NOBLE
THE BACKWARDS IS THE ONE
MY ONE!
AND WITH THAT
IT DOES, AND DIES