So sing the spinners
Of lackrymint folly,
"The dew of the done is the 'Laid'."

But savor the grace-knots,
Of thoughtsal Sir Kno-Heed,
"Your stay here is shorter, now paid."

My wack-grin is bolder,
With knowledge of twisties,
With fervorent type-***** so splayed.

Though sit them each shoulder,
Me drawn so, and quartered,
I'm happily split,
                 and well played.


        well played,
  
                   well played.


Adorncraft doth leave me,
Her ***** done heaving,

This over is moving,
This over is moving.

              this lover
                    and losing
                          is crossed.