Nothing Holding

Harl held Nothing in his hands,
Looked at it, poked at it,
Gave and got no demands.
Had a sniff. Had a lick.
Did not have the worst taste.
(Was not liverwurst paste.)
He put Nothing in his pocket
So he’d always have it
No matter what was on the docket –
There was Nothing that was something.
Compared to many other things
Nothing was soft and safe and kind
And everyone in all the lands
Can declare it “Mine!”
Nothing held Harl in its