It was awfully considerate
of him to be here,
and beneath dreaming spires
he knew he had nothing to fear

Eating apples and oranges,
druids and dwarves
riding bicycles everywhere,
milling about on the wharves

The elephant’s fizzing
away in the park,
leaving Arnold to play
all alone with himself in the dark

Oh Emily, Emily,
where is she now?
Riding Julia’s nightmare,
or milking the pantomime cow?

The scarecrow stands waving
goodbye to all that,
and in seven slow stages
old Lucifer puts out the cat

Aunt ****** empties
the ashtray away,
and says how she’ll miss all
his idiosyncratic ways

The Winnower sorts all
the wheat from the chaff,
and with a spin of the grindstone,
the Madcap will have the last laugh