The alchemists from the swinging Alps
with all the answers but none as unreal as daft
decided they were figuring out in fits and busts
what the jewels were in the bemused crown
we will open up the mind and turn inside out
then mix and brew an inferior copy fit for use

A sage looked and thought no need for a penny
your thoughts hangs on a pole in the square
you play bad for good in plots and plans
so henceforth do give fools an errand for a chase
and watch as you walk the maze you yourself created

Do not show the knowing of the know
for the unwashed awaits to trawl in mud
wear the mask of the silent dancer and draw them out
dance the dance and show them the steps in two
see the hounds following the seen unseen scented trials
of which we want them, as controllers controlled.

for its better the campers spits outside
and leave their slugs for the blinds to swallow
than sing your song of truth for knaves to haze
watch the troops marching to Tipperary as an Irish joke
in oppositions of nothings becomes alchemists errands