Iamb going to write this song
As lamb to lion gets along,
Which sees a restless rueful night,
Shall ye read this without delight,
For such the start before not nigh,
Perceive that letter as an “I”,
Which might by other typesets show
A cap atop and foot below,
For art thou be the lamb to me,
And I the lion lain with thee,
So let me now to unrest thou,
As the cut worm forgives the plow,
Perhaps I should aright your gall:
It is as that yourself you call,
Or the affirming “aye” decree,
With a tacit terminal “b”,
Else that by which you use to see;
It may be clear in lowercase,
To write “iamb” in middle place;
Now do you note my whimsy play,
Or will it perturb you all day?
I must confide I too am lost,
As looking for the snow through frost,
And if it helps to be the lamb,
Know too, no lion, lamb iamb.