In The Wood I Saw An Elk by Edward Pontacoloni

All I know is this
In a word of only four.

My cat will meow for milk,
My dog will bark for a bone.
My bird will sing for seed.

My tie is made of silk.
My pony is a roan.
My oboe is a reed.

In the wood I saw an elk,
Near a tree and lone,
To him the wood and more I’ll cede.

Mine is not the cat’s meow,
Nor is mine the bark of a dog.
And who am I to cage a wren?

No silk is from the ear of a sow.
No roan can be seen in a fog.
No reed will play. The end.

So all I know is that.
One day I may know more.