It's incumbent upon us you know

We sane gentlemen

To never arise from our beds

Until the hour of ten

And then to take required time

Befitting of our style

To indulge idiosyncrasies

That make life so worthwhile

Such personal and private acts

Foibles, routines and deeds

The set us aside from maddening crowds

Which truly supersedes

The drudgery of common man

Predictable, banal

Who phased by eccentricity

Is blind to our cabal

Then so to you I leave this thought

And no matter what befalls

If they should try and change your ways

Stand firm and tell them 'Balls!'