If we might not have them, trying

Every childish art, nor masking

Mouths just watering to dine in

Glory on them. When we’d got our

“Yes!” all earth I’m certain, caught our

“Ine-een tor-I fert-hi mine-een.”

Oh the days and days together

In the lazy days of childhood

Through the shade and shiny weather

Of the Long Agone’s deep wildwood