It was quite a show. Downy and redhead tapped as well as sang. The mockingbird did imitations. They delight in creatures adults would scorn, And have a special love for the newly born. For he whose primitive heart is pure.
Children pretend so well, it seems, Their minds still full of ancient dreams.
Children know our real roots, How we once conversed with brutes, How man and nature are truly one, And how God made us from the Sun. So, darkness comes to the woods. At last we get our chance. All the creatures of the night. We can emerge and play.