Birthday

She lives in this House over there Has her world outside it Grapples in the earth With her fingers and her mouth She's five years old Thread worms on a string Keeps spiders in her pocket Collects fly-wings in a jar Scrubs horse flies And pinches them on a line She's got one friend He lives next door They listen to the weather He knows how many Freckles she's got She scratches his beard She's painting huge books And glues them together They saw a big raven It glided down the sky She touched it Today's is her birthday They're s*cking cigars He got a chain of flowers And sows a bird in her knickers They're s*cking cigars They lie in the bathtub A chain of flowers