Due to a deal of dreary deeds
Done by delusions, done in a daze;
Our days had gone from dazzling
To bedazzled and to bedeviled!
Soothed by a song so swiftly sane
Smoothly sung by the saints of the soul
Our sun, serene was seen once more;
Our stars would sparkle someplace close
No name of no one new and
No man of nobility known
Innumerable novelty notions which
Nonetheless would help us know
Believe me; but beyond,
Your bumpy disbelief!
Booming with both bliss
And beauty we shall breathe