It is buried deep down like a winning ticket.
This other earth is a happy lender.
Make sure you really want it before you take it.
Who knows if it can be returned to the sender?
On a vast, circumambient pinafore
you’ll find it, among others, stitched into the cape.
This is more than an elaborate metaphor,
for each one has a different size and shape.
You’ll find that the whole thing’s been damaged by vermin
that crawl down in search of antiquarian stuff –
though it’s not so easy to determine
just what caused the material to be frayed and tough.
You’ll choose, from a veritable swarm, a single word.
Maybe it will be thorny, maybe furred.
With further ventures you’ll soon have saved up enough.
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