Misdirect
me darling-dears!
Acquaint
me with the starling's fears;
let
ambidextrous monkeys’ tears
of
anguish flow till what appears
to
be a sadness grumbles into joy.
Make
a girl into a boy
and
back again.
Don't
tell me when.
Filly,
stallion, filly!
Rhyme
me till I’m silly.
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