Child, grow wild,
For how else to grow?
How else to go
With flowers in tow
To the wise and the crows
In the Riperrent Grove?

How could you know?
Now that you go,
Go wild like files
Of daffs in a row
That once garnered smiles
In gardenous droves
But now flood the hills
In goldenest clothes.

How would you go
With flowers in tow
To the wise and the crows
In the Riperrent Grove
If you knew of the trove
Of treasure aglow
Inside and alive
In marvelous throes?

Wild, I say,
For wild I go
And wild’s the way
‘Cause no else could hold
You in the folds
Of the fields of the bold.