Gog Nittel

Picture: Sleeping Sheperd by François Boucher




Gog Nittel was his name.

He had no pride, fear nor shame.

A fairy, some would say

Whispering by the fire light;

A gnome, they would play

And sing in the dim blue night.


As soon as someone grasped his name

He would vanish down the drain,

Along with ifs, whens and sos,

And other wordy rococos.


Gog Nittel was his name,

He sought no coin, lure nor fame.

“Where is that old baboon?!”

Wise men and women, soon,

Learnt the trick and would not say

A single word to make him stay.

They would just sit or walk in awe,

Knowing the secret

Of letting go.



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