On searching for some needed loads
Of heather, moss, and sticks I'd get
To furnish yon my small abode.
I'd stop to pick no matter where
The items that did catch my eye
A pebble here, a flower there,
A bit of bark from tree so high.
The bit of bark t'will serve as roof,
Leaves of clover shingles cover.
These sticks will be my warp and woof
O'er which my friend will surely hover.