humpty dumpty sat on a wall
though the bilge in his mouth couldnt spoil the fall
for the land was perceptive and longed for the day
when the storms could be free, block the sun and then say:
“look upon me! oh how brightly i shine!
theres no loch, nor a thicket, in which you could hide
for I cleanse all the world with the stirring of sighs
I bring to you freshness from boasts and the lies”
but the storm couldnt last, for its strength soon it passed
it receded to clouds with the task done at last
from the waving of oaks to the quietest sleep
all the men down below were left humble and meek