Pipers pipe, I dream a dream,
In wakeful sleep of pleasantry.
Forth the wit to not avail,
Chains upon the rabbits tail.
For if to dance in deeepness lean,
Within the fabric of reality,
Then off your note, sung to sting,
The helpless hope of bells to ring.
The eve has washed with withered spoon,
Long into the afternoon.
Keep my heart of close betray,
Enjoy the day.