Cats Cradle Song, by a Babe in Knots

Peter the Repeater, Platted round a platter Slips of slivered paper, Basting them with batter. Flype ’em, slit ’em, twist ’em, Lop-looped laps of paper; Setting out the system By the bones of Neper. Clear your coil of kinkings Into perfect plaiting, Locking loops and linkings Interpenetrating. Why should a man benighted, Beduped, befooled, besotted, Call knotful knittings plighted, Not knotty but beknotted? It’s monstrous, horrid, shocking, Beyond the power of thinking, Not to know, interlocking Is no mere form of linking. But little Jacky Horner Will teach you what is proper, So pitch him, in his corner, Your silver and your copper.