Cruel, but all very well for a spree;
Suppose it did so day and night,
That would be like the sea.
I had a vision of nursery maids,
Tens of thousands passed by me,
Each carrying children with wooden spades,
And that was by the sea.
Who could have invented those spades of wood?
Who was it that cut them out of the tree?
None, I think, but an idiot could—