Neither see day nor night,

turning trick like a knight,

away from spurious limelight,

our blithe is the reason might.

Although surly at home,

stymie us to freely roam,

still is our vibrant chrome,

verily our loam and dome.

Side other is my lord holy,

divine soul with nature jolly,

expunging all our colly,

and loving this lady of folly.

I vow i will bloom,

will extirpate your epoch doom,

will explode like fume and spume,

I will be one, you will be proud of whom!