I Like Food, I Like Stripping Vegetables

See The Cat At Love, Rolling With Its Sweetheart, Up And Over, With Shriek And Moan. But If A Person Comes By, They Break Away, Sit Separate Upon A Fence Washing Their Faces - And Might Never Have Met At All.

As Nature Is Always Careless And Indifferent Who Sees, Who Steps, Means Nothing And This Is Pretty.

So I Fancy My Muse Says, When I Wish To Die, Oh No, Oh No, We Are Not Yet Friends Enough, And Virtue Also Says: We Are Not Yet Friends Enough.

The Flower And Fruit Of Love Are Mine The Ant, The Fieldmouse And The Mole

The World Is Come Upon Me, I Used To Keep It A Long Way Off, But Now I Have Been Run Over And I Am In The Hands Of The Hospital Staff.