Hist, the sonorous orchestral ambience And the arabesque-stanced ballerina Her wee feet in an alacritic maelstrom-twirl And the dust-hurl with her tears blendeth Egad, this quagmire pasteth her unaptly apt feet to the stage Like the withered rose of the luciferous Eden By the mummered masquerader espied vigilly and mockingly His behesting visage, tho' ruddily mummmered 'tis Embowered and eddying oft and eft gloam by gloam Her sweetness ne'er cloy Further, further, further His scratching and dallying hollow-hearted eyes Her breasts and vestal heart caress ♪ And like the dove and bird of prey, leapeth she aerily While as the orchestra playeth on travailingly And like the dove and bird of prey, leapeth she aerily While as the orchestra playeth on travailingly And like the dove and bird of prey, leapeth she aerily While as the orchestra playeth on travailingly ♪ His one and sole swath With the pizzicato ensemble blendeth And her umbral foetal scream As the song climaxeth And slowly dieth away