My Brain

I tried to fill,
My brain-cells up.
I took some out,
In a china cup.

Because it was,
The very part.
That I needed most,
To make me smart.

That colored chickens,
Came from colored eggs.
And the chicks inside,
Had running legs.

That cows had horns,
To blow like bells.
And that little elfins,
Picked up shells.

For brain-cells show,
In your very acts.
And wisdom is stored,
And bound in stacks.

E.P. 1908 - 1989