we can see inside Mary’s
bedroom. She hasn’t the curtains
down. She’s getting undressed
god bless! She’s taking off her
lacey nightgown!

From this bough
we can see the robin’s nest
hanging under the eaves. It blows
with the breeze, her home high
in the trees.

From this bough
we can swing because we
tied a string to a plank and sank
our fat ***** down. And now we got
a backyard playground.

From this bough
we can sit and rest. It’s canopy of
leaves providing us shade on a
sunny day. The squirrels will amuse
us chasing each other’s tail, scraping
for nuts.