Who Made The World?‚  Who Made The Swan, And The Black Bear?
Who Made The Grasshopper? This Grasshopper I Mean
The One Who Has Flung Herself Out Of The Grass
The One Who Is Eating Sugar Out Of My Hand
Who Is Moving Her Jaws Back And Forth Instead Of Up And Down
Who Is Gazing Around With Her Enormous And Compicated Eyes
Now She Lifts Her Pale Forearma And Thoroughly Washes Her Face
Now She Snaps Her Wings Open. And Floats Away
I Don’t Know Exactly What A Prayer Is
I Do Know How To Pay Attention How To Fall Down
Into The Grass, How To Kneel Down In The Graas
How To Be Idle And Blessed, How To Stroll Through The Fields
Which Is What I Have Been Doing All Day
Tell Me, What Else Should I Have Done?
Doesn’t Everything Die At Last And Too Soon?
Tell Me What Is It You Plan To Do
With Your One Wild And Precious Life?