sat upon three legs with one leg in his lap.
in comes four legs, grabs one leg, and runs off with him.
and makes him bring back one leg.
they go with you everywhere.
for another piece of it.
is neither sour, nor sweet.
and then is not there.
what is it you have to answer?
but to answer you have to ask?
and to ask you have to speak?
what do you think am i?
makes me not look too fair.
there's no place like my own.
this thing is a most amazing thing.
or as flat as a floor.
it is as natural as a bee.
deep, deep, do they go.
spreading out as they go.
they are sometimes as fine as hair.
oh lord! i am 