How ye art enchanting in thy endearing tendencies
neither in the dominat'd nor in the dominatin'
chasin'butterflies hither thither diggin'up n'searchin'
lo! nature hath never made suchlike twain copies!
how ye frolic and revel betwixt thy sweet circl'd coteries
larkin'away these heydays of meddlesome office
fencin'this secret garden away from poetic injustice
thy poise n'paws verily soft upon the peonies n'lillies!
whence came these fullsome sounds of somniloquies
of naps n'fur balls in eftsoons astonied heaves
of silver dreams cushion'd in golden weaves
lo! animals were never unto lies nor debaucheries!
wherefore methinks this paradise ye shalt have peace
in cultivatin'sun poppies candies n'confectioneries
of dandy puppies topiaries n'ornament trees
for hath thou freest thyself from human redundancies.