I am told to behave not to wander not to rave
but there are things that need doing
that I will do until the grave
there are things that need looking at
inspection and whether this or that
there are designs that need describing
like the shining eyes of a cat
I used to not like it when my feet would get muddy
drudging through green river waters catching bugs on a Sunday
burdened by jars filled with scraping specimen
for magnified study and pins they are destined
mathematical computations abound in night winds
hiding beneath beds and in attics all of my sins.