By bits, we all gathered
Trees sway and clap,
Others bleat; insects shriek
A match of time in weather,
It's the earth song; we sang
Each steps in her manner;
Though the tune swerve the rhythm
On we dance; hope it’ll rhyme
Lo! Far in the night, it hit us;
Drummers were drunk....
Each dance the dance home
Behind, our prints on earth
For children to wipe after; morning
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