One day, the vine br That clomb on god’s own house br Cried, “I will not br grow br br And, ‘I will br not br grow,’ br And, I br will br not grow,’ br And, br ‘I br will not grow,’ br So God leaned out his head, br And said: br br ‘You need br not br Then the vine br fluttered its leaves, and cried to all the winds: br ‘Oh have I not permission from the Lord? br And may I not begin to cease to grow?’ br But that wise God had pondered on the vine br Before he made it. br And all the while it laboured not to grow, br It grew; it grew; br And all the time God knew.