(Cats) Cradle Song,
By a Babe in Knots.

  Peter the Repeater
Platted round a platter
Slips of silvered paper,
Basting them with batter.
 
  Clear your coil of kinkings
Into perfect plaiting,
Locking loops and linkings
Interpenetrating
 
  Why should a man benighted,
Beduped, befooled, besotted,
Call knotful knittings plighted,
Not knotty but beknotted?
 
  It's monstrous, horrid, shocking,
Beyond the power of thinking,
Not to know, interlocking
Is no mere form of linking.
 
  But little Jack Horner
Will teach you what is proper,
So pitch him, in his corner,
Your silver and your copper.
 
James Clerk Maxwell
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