I used to think it black while at my country seat    Now I'm peaking in so many ways   The gloom is in retreat   Yes, the dark epoch is over    I've found my Efeblum   Then passed Ernst's mausoleum defended by a rook   Who shot a look so virulent it pierced me like a hook   The palaver of Solipsists exploding in my skull      Yeah, and we both despise all of the academic swine    Who made the author of "Discus Ulysses" benign      So what if Wednesday finds us   Wearing rabies parachutes   Foaming like the melodies of sea foam fairy flutes?   The atmosphere is viscous, we're sticking to the brine      When the lanterns fill with finches   So begins the brawl   Because their brains are like porcupines   And mine's a paper ball   I know they don't understand, they don't get us at all   Their moss mangles polyanthus   And mine's a paper ball