which prompted this itty bitty ditty: In and out the knot-work weaves In and through and round about, twisting twining on the page among the letters all a-shining… So it goes, the dancing feet, Weaving knots with flying toes, music merry leaps and turns-- never does it halt or tarry! In Irish hills the patterns sprout, all Irish art defining: even in poetry and prose, from Cork to Londonderry. Sign in to see full entry.