The cantering word astir on the breeze
Doth the children and the bards ears please
Awakening souls to revelation
A sweet and sure and true sensation
That doth righteousness appease

These are my words. They are chosen pained
To make potent and powerful my refrain
My poetry strives and works to train
My mind to sing to relieve world's pain

For hacks have thrown it down the drain
So I want to see their plans slain
This is a paean to the life of the bards
Who learn to deal and play cosmic cards
To see evil lost, the end of the bane