Tell me the story of that incident,
The day the baby squirrels fell from the tree,
Or tell me of some other sad event
That turned around and ended happily.
Or, if you must, recount or just make up
Some tragic accident or episode
As when two lovers quarrel and break up,
Or tell a tale in any other mode—
But tell, narrate, or spin a cunning yarn
That puts me in a spell entranced by words:
Take me to some mysterious mountain tarn
And make me see and hear exotic birds,
But make it so—beginning, middle, end—
That I’ll believe it, though it’s just pretend.