I’m talking to Robert Frost,
I’m estimating the cost.
He's wanting a mending wall
at the strip mall.
Winter is long gone,
leaving us rhyming in the sun.
Robert’s got a little horse
which looks a lot like Harold Norse.
He’s taking him to the very farmhouse
whose owner always acts a louse.
We don’t talk much about art,
lest we give his little horse a start.