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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 prophecies 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 prophecies were You.