At The Golden Fleece
I must ascend
Three steps to hell

The school bus
Heaves back up the hill
And turns to OVERWHELEM

Look behind yourself
Red eyed 'gainst
The wilder-mist
Last week the aish
Gifted their keys
Yet none will bring me freedom

The woody nightshade
Drooped her beads
An' bade, Come feed on theosom

The sloey spears
On Witches Mead
Cussed, Come and lean on theosom!

At the drеad gates
I vom Lamlac and sheep nuts
On Miss Goater's brogues