Crouching strains of dilapidated palavers
the walkers do rest themselves after their ennui
the rustic guard so much loves a lass
who awaits the satyrs who in woods dwell
the christians deem the theory swells
and diligent funambulists croak
and the jailers prepare the cordons
for excused labour by both in the father
of a roughed-out table of sugar and of crystal
a wrong note banned by ordinance municipal
proud of his defeat the butcher eats and cries
the pink radishes prowl around fairgrounds
a caravan of squared timbers is based
a seat for their shadow a veil for their face
