A child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands;
How could I answer the child?.... I do not know what it is any more than he.
I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven.
Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord,
A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropped,
Bearing the owner's name someway in the corners, that we may see and remark, and say Whose?
…like a large shaggy dog just unchained scouring the beaches of the world and baying at the moon.But let's look at the positive side. Monica Lewinsky gave a copy to Bill Clinton as a present.