If the butterfly courted the bee,
-----And the owl the porcupine;
If churches were built in the sea,
-----And three times one was nine;
If the pony rode his master,
-----If the buttercups ate the cows,
If the cats had the dire disaster
-----To be worried, sir, by the mouse;
If mamma, sir, sold the baby
-----To a gypsy for half a crown;
If a gentleman, sir, was a lady,—
-----The world would be Upside-down!
If any or all of these wonders
-----Should ever come about,
I should not consider them blunders,
-----For I should be Inside-out!
Ba-ba, black wool,
-----Have you any sheep?
Yes, sir, a packfull,
-----Creep, mouse, creep!
Four-and-twenty little maids
-----Hanging out the pie,
Out jump’d the honey-pot,
-----Guy Fawkes, Guy!
Cross latch, cross latch,
-----Sit and spin the fire;
When the pie was open’d,
-----The bird was on the brier!
A snark version of this poem can be found here.
A Topsy-Turvy Project: How to Make an Ice-cream Cone Buckyball
I make these Buckminster Fuller-inspired buckyballs from ice-cream cones, then deploy them in unexpected locations as a kind of biodegradable graffiti. This is a how-to video with original guitar composition by Julian Mock
(Please see JulianMock.com or iTunes for more info).
More odd works of ephemera at alycesantoro.com.