Amongst the heap of groaning gothic bodies
Damp, mildewy soppiness oozing misery
A light beam burst through, penetrating the pile
a happy chap swirls his rainbow ink pen in sweeping motions
He raves and sings and points out the wonders
Bees buzz around his rosey face, they could swear he's a flower
his voice drowns out the crying crowd
CHEER THE HELL UP YOU MISERABLE GITS