Its the hound of the discodever
Tell Holmes to meet me on the river
Passpartoo and Devi can come too
Its Mariaman's sister, the Merriment.
Apollo has turned his wheel
Requited is he in demendom
The sun rises in the Rheims
For Mary and her fancy whims.
Come and call to your depths
Davy Jones is now an adept
No longer the tower of Babel
At heart now the bile's idol
Stir the pot and grate the bore
Roll with the sow and pour fore
The hero stands on the rock
The judge is now in the dock.
The maidens now shop at Walton's.
The brew bubbles in them like kittens
Their minds once a prison camp
Struts its wings for a waiting man
Then arises the new light of acamedian
And shines on the storm of intention
No longer the swamp of peril
It teems with life, the wetland's cavil
Drive now the oxen from the hills
Dance to the tune of the heart's gills
Today and tomorrow and the day after
Speak to me of your child's wonder.
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