None other than myself to please—
Of fine, fresh straw or green sage cheese;
I’ll build my house of this and that
To suit my pleasure and my cat—
I’ll clothe myself in cast-off rags,
In cobwebs or in barley bags,
The shabbier I am encased
The fruitier my joy will taste.
I’ll set my two lips to the air
And carol to the birds’ despair....