I love to wallow in the mud
That borders on the stream;
I love to lie and cool my blood
And meditate and dream.

Wrinkled and horny is my flesh,
Angry my eye and wild,
And yet my soul is smooth and fresh
Like that of any child.

Man looks upon me with a frown
And holds me as a foe;
And yet I only knock him down
Because I love him so.

Many a human I have hurled
To earth, and trampled flat;
And is there, friends, in all the world
A purer love than that?