WADDINGTON, Miriam

Crazy Time

When the birds riot

and the airplanes walk,

when the busy sit,

and the silent talk;

When the rains blow

and the winds pour,

when the sky is a land

and the sea its shore,

When shells grow snails

and worms eat toads,

when winters chase summers

on upside-down roads,

We'll sit by our fires

and warm our hands,

and tell old tales

of bygone lands.