The ramping kecks

Where beesom weed that high wind leaves 
Blossoms & blooms above the eaves 
The old cow-crib is mossed & green 
As if it just had painted been 
The ramping kecks in orchard gaps 
Shake like green neighbours in white caps 
On which the snail will climb & dwell 
For three weeks in its painted shell 
There the white nosed clock a clay
Red and black spot[t]ed sits all day

keck=cow parsley

Clock a clay=ladybird

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