RUDDY HALO AND RUSTY SHAWL The other day an old coot fell five floors flat on his face And right away I hastened my pace (another way) lest I lose my place in line to pray Bathed in grace no former shame So oh! I went back where the coot remains a stain But wait what wow! The stain was not a stain after all In fact it had a ruddy halo and rusty shawl No no you see the coot was clearly meant for me Had I not left him writhing this holy image would never be And you know as well as me that few few people deign to see the forest for this single tree