Salutations from beyond a pattern of doubt No question you see the ebb of my grout These tiles into laid, a triangular feature Excuse my messes, I art swamp creature Solutions intone, said fair weather foxes The chickens alone, locked in their boxes Heartily feast upon my hungrier eyes Adjourn to the questions, moving to sighs Letter electric poses with joules of the fore Lost in a valley where we stay, don pinafore Object the lesson from particular wits Standing holds on, faithful text sits