Bells toll
And bellies roll
As Uncle Slim grows old
Fields flow
And fingers sow
We're sheep unto a fold

Sweet divination

Red lights
And blue tights
Under white starry nights
They wish I may
Wish she might
Grant this one delight

Sweet divination

Foolish child
You threw me
I'll crawl
But you won't take me down

Surely as you slew me
I'll fall
But you won't take me down