"It is what he does not know,

Crossing the road under the elm trees,

About the mechanism of my car,

About the Commonwealth of Massachusetts,

About Mozart, India, Arcturus,

That wins my praise. I engage

At once in whirling squirrel-praise.

He obeys the orders of nature

Without knowing them.''

-- From Richard Eberhart's "On a Squirrel  Crossing the Road in Autumn, in New England''