And the sickle of a thousand eves sparkle
As the creatures of the creek danced
To the sound of the plume and scroll
Let the laughter of reptiles echo
Hear the choral swaying of twigs
Amid the raging chorus of crickets
Hear the wild grunts of oktoberfest
Devour the feast of all hallow’s eve
And weep for the cruelty of yuletide
I will join the march of whimsy
And tread endless streams of lunacy
