Of celestial machinery
                  You only arrange
                  You cannot change the scenery

                  It is writ in stone
                  And capitals bold
                  You do, you do
                  Just what you're told

                  And you have fun
                  Lots of fun
                  Because you do
                  What must be done

                  We've told you once
                  And we'll tell you again
                  Creatures that fly
                  Will only die
                  If they lie
                  In the arms of men!

                  And this we must condemn