Waters waltz land dancing, Dragon flies flutter a buzz, Cat-o'-nines torching tales, Where beavers are logging Time with fresh water fish Who breach as they mouth, Fly catching in a casted sea, Mossy and bogged with peat, And the colours, mottled, fey, Brindled, brim, know they say, There are lessons, hear stillness, Punctuations in the spry singings Of the never tardy larks, windrous Riddles ripe rushing through reeds.