Never can the flowery words br Of tenderness on paper, br Ever be pitched into shreds br By oblivion's eraser. br br Never can the beaks of birds, br Life-sinister as ever br Peck down them to crumbs of breads- br For those words warm wax better. br br Never can words wreck to sherds br By apathy's grave stunners, br But by their delight that spreads br To spray rings lush with wonders. br br Never can bugs merged in herds br To gore them with their stingers br Ravaging in scathe that sheds- br For those words warm are winners.