"Simplify, simplify!"
A great poet once said,
With a gleam in his eyes,
And strange thoughts in his head.
So he gathered his things,
And set off for the wood --
With the thoughts that he brings
To his place to brood.
So what did he find,
In this wonderous place?
As he wrote out his mind,
He found his heart, found his face.
As to what that was I cannot say,
For no other could see;
Though we call him a poettoday,
He iis nothing less than a genius to me.
