For Chilman
I can take you along,
for a song,
to the sky, where fairies
fly;
but I can’t fetch the pie
from the shelf so high.
We can walk in clouds,
atop silvery shrouds,
cross milky way, far ‘n’
away;
but I can’t fetch the pie
from the shelf so high.
I can slay all demons,
and silence the cannons,
brighten nights with merry
lights;
but I can’t fetch the pie
from the shelf so high.
I can paint the moon blue
or any other hue;
make a grand scene, turn
gods green;
but I can’t fetch the pie
from the shelf so high.
Your doll like face,
with an impish grace,
gives out a sigh to ask me
why
can’t I fetch the pie
from the shelf so high.
When you pull my hand
and want me to stand,
to reach for the pie,
beyond my nigh,
how can I reply, the shelf’s
so high?
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