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'Pon a hill a green bird sat
Her owlets in a green felt hat
Her fortune was a wish.
Ambassador a heron blue
Rode on the dawn with kegs of dew
He said his tales were true
A ragged youth with eyes of glass
Was seen dancing upon the grass
His words were winged and wise
His shaven skull he etched with ease
The silent scriptures of the trees
His prophesies were You.
'Pon a hill a green bird sat   Her owlets in a green felt hat   Her fortune was a wish.   Ambassador a heron blue   Rode on the dawn with kegs of dew   He said his tales were true   A ragged youth with eyes of glass   Was seen dancing upon the grass   His words were winged and wise   His shaven skull he etched with ease   The silent scriptures of the trees   His prophesies were You.