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And then, when the obliging sheep
In colors grow their ready wool,
And knickers fall like ripened fruit
Upon the shaven grass, and crêpes
Suzettes extend until we're full
From bramble bushes, and the flute
Sonatas of the shepherds toot
The flocks in file, the wolves will cull
The weakest for unconstructed suits
And long-johns knitted with extra legs.
Welcome the Age of Martial Bands
And Paperclips and Glitzy Digs
And Varnish on Arthritic Hands.
Mores and mores. Rustic now
Invites the wolf to buy his plow
For peanuts, and the Opus Coots
Disperse small crowds from roadside stands.