The
villagers were gathered yet
Their
robust outburst of assent
Still
hanging in the air
A
tremor stiffened every hair
The
village creaked
The
village swayed
Like
a fiddle poorly played
The
villagers rushed to see
The
cause of instability
"Feel the tugging of the sun
See
its grasping rays
How
wondrous is the Cosmos
In
all its knowing ways"
Assured
the Royal Philosoph'
And
took his hat and glasses off
(Earlier
he'd put them on)
The
villagers implored the sun
To
complete their levitation
But
the village and the tree
Hastened
its gyration
A
distant roar of splintering
Warned
of separation
Now
heroic products
Of
Master Engineers
On
each other gnashed
'Twas
painful to the ears
Meeting
in the middle
Where
once there had been trunk
Nothing
more was heard
Than
an awful "thunk"
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