I muttered as I spoke out loud
I wrote my diary, made my will
Then more than once the oak tree bowed
Unto the red brick cotton mill
Singing as I walked along
I lured the men folk from their dogs
I wonder if my acts were wrong
I sat down on the oak tree log.
Should we do what others want?
Should we please ourselves alone?
Should the foxes mankind Hunt
Kill us with a brick or stone?
Who should make the laws we keep
And who should try the criminal?
Do not let this harm your sleep
Or masquerade as liminal
I wonder lightly as I dream
Do not awake me with a scream
This year is perfect, it’s sublime
I offer you my words and rhymes
