(Cats) Cradle Song,
By a Babe in Knots.
James Clerk MaxwellPeter the Repeater Platted round a platter Slips of silvered paper, Basting them with batter. Clear your coil of kinkings Into perfect plaiting, Locking loops and linkings Interpenetrating Why should a man benighted, Beduped, befooled, besotted, Call knotful knittings plighted, Not knotty but beknotted? It's monstrous, horrid, shocking, Beyond the power of thinking, Not to know, interlocking Is no mere form of linking. But little Jack Horner Will teach you what is proper, So pitch him, in his corner, Your silver and your copper.