Terzanelle of The Odd Summer Day

It was upon a Summer's day

Beneath the burning Sun (oh none was Nooner!)

The shadows that had fled away

Came back aboard an autumn schooner

A lunar Moon of Pirate hue, and crime

Beneath the burning Sun (oh none was Nooner!)

They carried shadow scythes as sharp as time

And keelhauled the vicar, stole the chapel

A lunar Moon of Pirate hue, and crime

They cut the Maypoles down for masts and grapple

Their rigging was of chance, they scorned the fetes

And keelhauled the vicar, stole the chapel

They caused an eclipse long out of its dates

Rains of iced frogs, and mists that smelt of blood

Their rigging was of chance, they scorned the fetes

And though they were so wild they thought it good

It was upon a Summer's day

Rains of iced frogs, and mists that smelt of blood

The shadows that had fled away.