ega dlo

In a little while, you can run back home in style

but for now you just sit there and shake,

along with your stuffed cats and birds and dogs and snakes,

Sitting all alone by the fire,

waiting for eternity to retire

in a chair worn with years of wear.

Let your tomes keep your company home,

they'll walk around you as you sit

and try to impress you with their wit.

And the mud they'll cake to your carpet-floor,

will remind you of all the visitors before,

and before they can shout you will kick them all out.

And they'll never ask for anything anymore.