skeptics jack in the square

rolling barrels at the gentry

living lies and puffoonery

and children begging the corners

a tradition to uphold

of Nature laughing crying destroying

this growth the rocks and plants

in the tumult of thought change

Nature wields her scythe again

on gods sons and temples

in this land which comes alive

to new children new plans

artifice make up jelly tits

cruelty backwardness hoarding

to be buried anew

into oil and coal for otters to hew