Limp marionettes hanging on a dingy theater wall
Waiting the master hand to give them birth,
Calling from dangling limbs the dance of mirth
That holds expectant youthful eyes in thrall,
...
I heard of a turtle who accepted a dare
To run a mile race with a mad-cap hare,
With never a glance at the world about
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Sleep, my little son
Snug in the soddy,
The coyote is singing
His song to the moon.
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