I will arise and go now,
And go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there,
Of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean rows will I have there,
A hive for the honey bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
WB Yeats, Lake Isle of Inisfree
Wattle, "A construction of poles intertwined with twigs, reeds, or branches, used for walls, fences, and roofs." Link. Also the activity of constructing same. You apply the clay over the wattle.
And here I thought it was "A fleshy, wrinkled, often brightly colored fold of skin hanging from the neck or throat, characteristic of certain birds, such as chickens or turkeys, some lizards and my fourth-grade teacher."
Wattle I do
Are far away
And I am blue
Wattle I do.