Under the shade of a maple tree Sleeps a tiny, little snoring flea Bedded down in the hair of a worn-out rat That's sleeping soundly on the back of a fluffy brown cat That's curled up tight on an old hound dog That's snoozing on the back of a fat, pink hog That's catching forty winks on the back of a cow That's also asleep, though I don't know how And under that cow sleeps an old gray mare And can you guess what's under there? Why, another little flea, at the bottom of the pile... And I think it's going to be asleep for awhile.
Welcome to The Conservatory. My name is Winslow Smudge, and these are my thoughts laid bare. You have my permission to wander these grounds at your leisure - feel free to enjoy, ponder or mock (if you must). But please keep in mind that some of these thoughts are quite delicate, and all are very special to me.