Come to from slumber on bed's soft tundra

Murky with mourn beside dead uniform 

And I wish and I hope 

and I wish and I hope 

with long drag on me smoke 

and I wish and I hope 

that I'll stalk the corridors once more. 



Please, Sir let me return, if only for a term (how I yearn)



It's glee, Sir, with your hot breath upon me (gob gurning in fury)



But…

I only winded that lad before he bolted 

And…

I only fumbled that lass, besides, I was revolted



So for forgiveness, 

with me boyz as witness,

Take these chips with cheese

as an offering of peace