The mad woman of Punnet's Town

A swell within her billowed skirts

Like a great ship with sails unfurled

The madwoman goes gallantly

Upon the ridges of the world.

With eagle nose and wisps of grey

She strides upon the westward hills,

Swings her umbrella joyously

And waves it to the waving mills.

Talking and laughing as she goes

Indifferent to sun and rain,

With all that merry company

The singing children of her brain.