rattle a rocket of bones

they took up a tally

in tourniquet alley

and wept from a socket of thorn

 

soon they saw Sally,

who was part of the tally,

and leapt as though newly reborn

 

from cradles they cry

with a glint in the eye

of rockets rampant and roam

 

the devil did lie

from his cavernous thigh

and left but a pocket of loam.

 

from thence they gathered

in mutinous mather,

without so much as a fire

 

so hence they wence

to pocket a pence

and rend the heavenly spire

 

Sally said not a word,

As clear as a bird

But sang along anyway after.