Against The Moon She Laid To Blur
The joy, the joy
The eels and their ploys
The sound crept inside the throat of the tune As three young tens' cried at the sight of the shorting of breath
And the dish ran away with his groom
The pain, the pain
The bats and their prey
The cat jumped over the moon
As Cerberus lied to see such a tryst
And the dish ran away with this spoon