An Instantaneous and Rambling Poem

Here follows a poem whose lines need no plan, but are written at thier first coming to the mind, and are unaltered, thus:

The day was bright,
and the dusk was dark,
the moon was bashful,
and yet the sun was midly-stark.
Such paradoxes as these,
and others, too
accompanied the coming
of that man with a third shoe.

In fact it was, that not but legs he had three,
but arms as well, and eyes -- you see!
He had thrice lungs:
(all the more he needed)
and his breathing was heard more the better,
with a third, quaintly-placed ear, behind a head feather.

So it was that he was not boy nor bird,
but something between these, but of a beak was unheard;
he could squak when he wanted,
or he could speak with some fairness,
in the language of Men, and their wives with finesse.

Now with his three eyes,
one day he espied,
coming upon his roost,
a new man, with whom he was unacquanited,
a large cap wrestled atop his larger head,
whose fingernails were brightly painted.

A malignant grin was smeered on his face,
in a state of some inward self-pity,
for his head, understand,
beneath it nearly concealed,
all of his body's vacinity.

So he requested of the tri-bird-boy,
perched in his roost,
to please spare room for another;
so that two pitied outcasts,
would find friend in each other.

The boy was not accepted as neither bird nor man,
this being discussed in some previous stanza, again;
but the other, I really don't know how it happened,
was refused as either human nor as egg,
and was thus saddened.

The egg's invitation to the bird's humble abode
was with grinning orange lips accepted,
and for time in peace and respite,
the two played and rested.

But time wares all things away,
and if one cannot choose of the first genesis
of the bird and the egg,
let it suffice the reader now that indeed
this latter was the first to be much missed.

For his large head cracked open,
one day in the tree,
and out crawled from the mess
a second of the bird-boy's seed,
but with a fourth arm crossing his breast.

As time further passed another egg-man came,
and found his death in the same way;
a third with five sets of two in his place.

In this way still
that odd species grows,
and some will wonder without content
from where both found thier starts,
but once more let it suffice to say,
with some emphasis, really --
who had come first:
the Bird, or the Egg?