In the back of one of my college notebooks, I once wrote a piece of doggerel that a friend of mine found and would recite when the spirit moved him.
It does my asthma little good
To go cavorting through the wood.
A few decades later, I guess my attitude’s changed some. There are woods behind my house and I spend a lot of time there, not cavorting but walking the dogs, occasionally thinking up doggerel.