Oh, What Was It He Meant By His Question As He Went? "I Am Making A Loom, 'T Will Be Up In April'S Bloom; If You Think It May Be, Spin For Me!" Oh, What Shall I Believe? Does He Think Himself To Weave? And The Yarn That I Spin, Lo, He Thinks To Weave It In? And So Soon As The Spring Flowers Shall Bring? And He Laughed When he'd Done; Oh, He Is So Full Of Fun. Dare I Trust All My Skein To So Young And Wild A Swain? - May God Help To Bind In All I Spin!