Fount Everspring

From a songbird’s song, a sea sagged calm…

From the sunshine's edge, a sail o’ rose…

From a lonesome fern, a path took root...

…such strange sight I saw, quaint to a tee…

…so I sat and I loitered and such kind of things as spring sprang ever from Fount Everspring…

…such strong-willed souls who begged for me—to dance with them so desperately…

…so weary I was from such mirthful guffaws—so I puffed up my pillow and slept, not brief…