作词 : Raymond ...
Whether He the quaint savant's power doth hold 
I know not,
Albeit aetat a thousand stars' birth 
He is -Quoth 
I that for reasons to me oblivious
August of a granditude of servants is 
He held,And by plastic consonantry e'en more servants to the host added are -
Pelf they are, dare 
I say!Maugre 
His diurnal seraphic deviltry
I say that deviltry - 'tis forsooth deviltry! -
Mind not this in scintillating shades clad is;
To claim the glore is 
He suffer'd."Grant me the fallings", quoth 
He, "the fatter the better!",
And died they of starvation;
They are not slaughtering their fatlings;
They are slaughtering themselves.
Sith I at time of yester the questions durst ask,
And dare I say this burden weightful was,
Wrack of His machine-like motion was 
I named,Tho' blind and fond the jesters rebuilt
The machine alike - yet whetted a dight are its edges...