What a skilful ape of nature I was
I would hide in the bower of tree
And not come down for years
Father had to build a swing
What a worm in my red mouth
I'd trowel lies so deep like 'Yewan
You are derived from the yew tree'
And he stood there for years
What a tendrilled cock I had
I'd tie it around the bedposts
And jump out open windows
Brother pulled faces of envy
Look I have had my eyes open
For many white long years
Dante Cantos XXX - 'man is forked'
