Idleness & Consequence

The boy took a stroll the shores

Of the well-constructed brook

Carefully climbed a waterfall

Built of smiprecious rock

And gazed at the crystal

That he had picked up from the ground

Washing the boy's bare feet

The cold clear water lapped around

Murmured silently, as it flew

Underneath the boy's white gown

So that he, somewhat leaking

Became the semblance of a well

As he laid the crystal down again

the pale boy realised

With that his three-coloured

Fair-haired rabbit of luck

And the startled, pale, rattled boy

With that his three-coloured

Fair-haired rabbit of luck

And the startled, pale, rattled boy

"Behold, my blood is like milk

Or mercury", the pale boy cried

"No, it's not red more like dancing serpents

Of wich one is black, the other one white

Two separate, coiling streams

That never mix, never unite

But as one they're flowing

Flowing ever flowing side by side!"