i sat belonely

I sat belonely down a tree,
humbled fat and small.
A little lady sing to me
I couldn't see at all.

I'm looking up and at the sky,
to find such wonderous voice.
Puzzly, puzzle, wonder why,
I hear but I have no choice.

"Speak up, come forth, you ravel me",
I potty menthol shout.
"I know you hiddy by this tree",
But still she won't come out.

Such sofly singing lulled me sleep,
an hour or two or so
I wakeny slow and took a peep
and still no lady show.

Then suddy on a little twig
I thought I see a sight,
A tiny little tiny pig,
that sing with all it's might.

"I thought you were a lady",
I giggle - well I may,
To my surprise the lady,
got up and flew away.

John Lennon

if you've seen a mount of sea foam

Doing some of my history research thing, I came across this and thought it was just. . .
Well, you decide for yourself.

If You've Seen A Mount Of Sea Foam - Verse V

If you've seen a mount of sea foam,
it is my verse you have seen.
My verse is a mountain and is a fan of feathers.
My verse is like a dagger at whose handle a flower grows.
My verse is a spout which flows a sparkling coral water.
My verse is a gentle green and also a flaming red.
My verse is a deer wounded,
seeking forest cover for help.
My verse pleases the brave.
My verse is brief and sincere,
with all the strength of the steel with which
the sword will appear.

and you know how something always gets lost in translation, so here's the original. . .

Si Ves Un Monte De Espumas - Verso V

Si ves un monte de espumas,
Es mi verso lo que ves,
Mi verso es un monte, y es
Un abanico de plumas.

Mi verso es como un puñal
Que por el puño echa flor:
Mi verso es un surtidor
Que da un agua de coral.

Mi verso es de un verde claro
Y de un carmín encendido:
Mi verso es un ciervo herido
Que busca en el monte amparo.

Mi verso al valiente agrada:
Mi verso, breve y sincero,
Es del vigor del acero
Conque se funde la espada.

written in 1891 by Jose Marti, 1853-1895