I am a grave poetic hen
That lays poetic eggs
And to enhance my temperament
A little quiet begs.We make the yolk philosophy,
True beauty the albumen.
And then gum on a shell of form
To make the screed sound human.
That lays poetic eggs
And to enhance my temperament
A little quiet begs.We make the yolk philosophy,
True beauty the albumen.
And then gum on a shell of form
To make the screed sound human.








