Gargantuan frightened pairs
Of lily dandy lions
I’m on a tight rope wiring
My candy wise men
I lie between the fire-nets
And the loving jubilee
From the single boats with floating coats
Leaped all the vicar seas
There was fisticuffs
They were looking tough
It was getting rough
In the fields of St. Martin
When they had enough
Of their little scuff
Like a papal bluff
It was all forgotten
Maps are few, and what to do
Without my favorite pair of shoes
Just a drifting caterpillar
Why can’t I get my share of dues
Gory gory hallelujah
Singing up and down my spine
Did I miss the bliss whilst
Saturn took a bite from my eye