I Sat Belonely
Nicki's Mom
All
Tue 27-Jul-1993 14:19

(**Note:  There are no typos in this poem!)

I sat belonely down a tree,
humbled fat and small.
A little lady sing to me
I couldn't see at all.

I'm looking up and at the sky,
to find such wondrous voice.
Puzzly puzzle, wonder why,
I hear but have no choice.

'Speak up, come forth, you ravel me',
I potty menthol shout.
'I know you hiddy by this tree'.
But still she won't come out.

Such softly singing lulled me sleep,
an hour or two or so
I wakeny slow and took a peep
and still no lady show.

Then suddy on a little twig
I thought I see a sight,
A tiny little tiny pig,
that sing with all it's might.

'I thought you were a lady'.
I giggle, -- well I may,
To my surprise the lady,
got up -- and flew away.

                            --John Lennon from "In His Own Write"
                              (New York:Simon & Schuster, 1964)
