I’m in old town now,
But I’m so strange to it,
As predatory cow,
That bites our dreaming’s meat
As gloomy desert blow,
That dries our dewy meets,
As spider, who doesn’t wants
Eat fly…as rotorcraft,
That loose its floats count,
When saw a drag-fly graft…
And bug will die in autumn,
When copter will brake shaft.
And cruel roaring bear
Will spin on shaft, as clown,
Last named will feel fear,
When meet beast, and fell down…
But they all do not care,
What I do in this town.
