after all the icky tune rubber crunch and the kids throng
and all the wholly living sudden under drooping lamps
laughs high above the maiden tears on the howly perch
this your ready your hop along stave off
after it’s the inching moon cup of lunch and the lids long
and shutting all the whole harvest
woke in vert wet this your come get ready your stippling cane
oh after all I’ll ask why I ask why and he said
chancel mellifluent mob after all this glow and he said
acolyte mezzanine thatch after all this glow and he said
thunders what went and the blanched and the winning all coz
