[This poem was written by E, my daughter, age 5. She dictated it to me, and then I pared it down and shaped it, and here it is. The words are all her own.]

Now here everything is tuttle. Tuttle means everything
is in its place. Eyes for seeing, mouth for eating
ears for hearing, legs
for walking a long way from the farm all the way to sinker-bok.

Sinker-bok is mud.

                                                     *

cats

their whiskers help feel anything in this house

and their body helps them get inside of their bones
and their bones help them eat

and the last part is their smile
the smileness of their smileness helps them smile
the cat has a sense of eyes and their eyelashes

and their bodies love everything even their words inside

dog

the dog has some smell to help them smell every way of their smellness.

The dog has lost its temperature. Temperature means
that sad went all the way down into its stomach and
it had no people.
But the sadness is not good. It helps them die.

Whatever it is don’t go near
dogs because it helps them die. 
If you get near dogs if they’re bad or good you can’t keep them.

For a long way there’s dogs

 bird

the mouth helps them taste cold worms and hot worms and even short worms
and their head helps them get messy
helps them see a long time

and the body is the important thing of the world

and the really important thing is the foot
and no one can believe that anyone can believe

that birds have feet and
the feet help them
walk

  pig

the pig ears are the most wonderful things in the world
the head helps them—smartness comes out

and they can smell air or dreams a long way down in the mud

and their body helps them eat inside
and their legs–the important one–to walk

to South America.

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…and that’s what the conference is. Thank you.

…even their mouth is up and down even the conference is smart,

thank you.