Someone is pounding something
I hear it faintly down the street
Twenty-six regular beats
Then a pause then thirty more
Another pause then I lose count
What can they be building there
A mathematics almost music
I remember from biology
The beat is there in the blood
Before it builds the heart
A bird comes first
And then the nest
Whatever it was it's finished
Just need to get it varnished
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