What gall thee have
For feathered fancies housed at home
To lay lavish upon your table so
While the river of bleak passes on the nation

You dance in your conceit full bloom
With confetti sown in despair
The righteous of what you so knew
Now the commoner's cause of care

Your touch lay upon the waters
Colored in dyes to hide the poisons
That light the way of your dreams
The control of radio active streams