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!"