Who Lies Curled Up?
Who lies curled up under the shields?
Under the shields of its parents?
A cunning young fruit peeps out o’er the world,
From under the shields of its parents.
It is parted in three with a seed in each part,
This cunning young fruit I’ve told you about.
It is parted in three, yet the three are one fruit,
Lying under the shields of the parents.
The stems curl up and pull it down
Under the shields of its parents.
It lies there all safe, so near the warm ground,
Under the shields of its parents!