Babes have cribs, bees have hives, foxes
have holes, cats have lives, and the
birds of the air have nests. (But the son
of man he had not where to lay his head.)
Hyena has pack, sheep has flock, the blue
waleroo has mob; lovers have each
one; waves have trough. (But the son went
off to the mountain: watch for me, here,
said he, watch but an hour for me, but
they fell asleep there on the olive mountain.)
Chicks have coops, snakes have rocks, pigs
have pens, holes have fox. The marmoset
has trees. (But the son, he had not where to
lay his head. Down he went into the grave instead.)