In Zululand the huts are round, The windows oval, and the rooves Thatched parabolically. The ground Is tilled in curvilinear grooves.
When Zulus cannot smile, they frown, To keep an arc before the eye. Describing distances to town, They say, "As flies the butterfly."
Anfractuosity is king. Melodic line itself is banned, Though all are hip enough to sing -- There are no squares in Zululand.
Updike's Collected Poems: 1953-1993 (Knopf, 1993).