EAST AND WEST MEET ON SIX LEGS
Littly Lamb bumping hooves over stones
Catching cracked toe on tumbled old bone
Jostled shell unexpected old Turtle in tones
Reminding hungry Littly and Turtley of scone
The Crookeye Shepherd got from the milkmaid in pones.
So weak now the friends edge to another gate
Soon cathing up with FlopEars bending back to a tune
So low and sweet from unknown strait
Flipping critter hearts with cooing croon
So long had Dovey perched on balding pate
Soon shining in early light holding saucy spoon
Now strong from care from unknown keepers
Friends passed through the strange gate that was no more
Now solid stone blocking retreat so no more weepers
Friends could spare for facing morning sun galore
Now critters and folk saw only one trail for leapers
Friends in faith joined by memory of go-tell Babe for more
Oh, east wind, oh rising sun, oh blowing sands did meet
These friends so bound by call to go-tell,go swell
Oh world unknowing of groaning girl and groaning street
These friends had crept along in halting pell mell
Oh alleys and stones and corners and scattering meets
Thse friends so oddly matched yet perfect in Go, Tell!
Now most strange starsong from off blind hills
Swelled all around these friends drawing them on
Now most strange starsong told of humping clumping thrills
Swelled most windy chorus swept from croaking tone
Now most strange to friends o’er blown by Croaker skills
Swelled in knowing hum was knowing of Catty now winged clone.
“Oh, what means those croaks with humpy crowned sixlegged kings?”
Friends flopped and stamped and crooky eyed did inquire.
“Oh, what means following singing star, rushing chorus rings?”
“Friends, oh friends, how meet, how tell such beasty squire?”
Oh, how go, how tell, how love-swell so unknown things?”
Friends stumbled on, friends pushed by Babe in bier.
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