Shapes of Clay

  The lily cranks, the lily cranks,
    The loppy, loony lasses! 
  They multiply in rising ranks
  To execute their solemn pranks,
    They moon along in masses. 
  Blow, sweet lily, in the shade!  O,
  Sunflower decorate the dado!

  The maiden ass, the maiden ass,
    The tall and tailless jenny! 
  In limp attire as green as grass,
  She stands, a monumental brass,
    The one of one too many. 
  Blow, sweet lily, in the shade!  O,
  Sunflower decorate the dado!

JULY FOURTH.

  God said:  “Let there be noise.”  The dawning fire
  Of Independence gilded every spire.