Roses bloom and roses wilt
As thunders gloom by the thunder hilt
Praises be and praises more
For all the beings and beings outdoor
To the lover's quilt

Fairies roam and fairies gloom
In mirth and in err where days of doom
Young filly young fellow ever did sing
Song of a bird, who'd lost its wing
Swiftly down the tomb

"Krakatoa", said the boa
As party folks by...