When the Green man began to hum
   The mockingbirds complained and flew.
   But then he screamed,

"You've hurt me and I am undone!"

   And they thanked him for a song they knew.

   He's quite certain now, he'll never understand.
   Spends his time meandering ...
   Green man pandering ...
   Rearranging rented cubicles
   And puzzling scraps of paper
   into different fitful views.

       "No, that's not the way it was ..."

   "How was it then ... more twisted?"

       "God knows! I don't ... nor do I know why
        Those mockers keep on squawking."

   "Stay! Stay! On the ground little hummingbird,
   You're much too small to fly!"