A Colorless Green Riddle
five in the morning, ten in midday, and ten at night from the virgin father, savior of light Drought and sadness, misery and woe A hell, warming, for all, your foe Defeat him well by this tale I tell and take me, by green from the colorless well I can't be touched felt or seen Yet subtracted, great joy I bring Here begins the tale: I speak , as one of the Aulindale So first, the priest In black gown does bind The letters of a, t c g and u what the cow could chew if the z's with you And cross'd by poison that grows true Add to this stem, water to wine Would that which would burn would taste so fine That salads be served, from gardens of smog? Road, river, and rail A special taste, if we do not fail Dining in the dark Next the song of sixpence , a pocket would yield and to the soft earth, in winter, marry the time when the planet softly breathes lay down the seed for summer's earth to feed Breathing in the light Fields wil