Don’t let that horse

                              eat that violin

 

    cried Chagall’s mother

 

                                     But he   

                      kept right on

                                     painting

 

And became famous

 

And kept on painting

                              The Horse With Violin In Mouth

 

And when he finally finished it

he jumped up upon the horse

                                        and rode away   

          waving the violin

 

And then with a low bow gave it

to the first naked nude he ran across

 

 

And there were no strings   

                                     attached