The owl is abroad the bat, and the toad,
And so is the cat-a-mountayne,
The ant, and the mole sit both in a hole,
And the frog peeps out o'the fountayne:
The dogs the do bay, and the timberals play,
The spindle is now a turning;
The moon it is red, and the stars are fled,
But all the sky is burning.

by ben johnson (from the mosque of queens)

Tiffany Dillon

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