On the highest shelf   Where you'll find she   Hiding 'neath the nouns and verbs and similies   Find a wooden step   Place it carefully   Lodge it between the couplets   And apostrophes   Blindfold your brain   Feel your way for me   In reaching out she's giving far too much to thee      A letter for each limb   A rhyme for every time   His brain guides she to poetry   Read it down the line   Behind my creaking ledger,   Ink stains record the weather   Following her twists and turns    Like a feather      So long as I hold her   And sleep with an umbrella   The freedom's there - I can depend on Magic Weather.