Nests are such wondrous things:
birds make them of twigs
Did none ever tell them about the big bad wolf
He doesn't climb.
Some make them of lint and fur and cast-away stuff
Lives can be made of those too.
Sometimes I think Mine was
flotsam and jetsam
carried on a wing and a prayer
who wrote those Lines
And where did They get the courage
Did Some change the words?
I changed the record;
Pleased and sated now I am.