Awaken from your slumber, lass
Behold his eyeless face
The seeming horror to the ‘live
Is really touched by grace!
Climb aboard his dreamy craft
And pay a two pound note
For a guide in Hell will not abide
A spendthrift in his boat…
Behold the lawn of prairie fire
The hot ash in your eyes
T’will make you wish you’d gone to church
Beneath those pale blue skies!
But crying will not help you now
Disrobe, and take your licks
For weeping blisters beat hands down
A swim in yonder Styx…