Saint Aristippus and Saint Laughing Tom, Prithee now come, Bring with ye gizzards of the Laughing Goose And bring the juice Of monkeys, penguins and vain cockatoos. We shall incant a spell As solemn as all hell.
Saint Rabelais, ay, and saintly Anatole, I pray ye all, Saints Dekker, Butler, and Democritus All-glorious, Come with the feathers of the popinjay And goose-down grey And gentle dilberries gathered by the way. Come now and grace this revel As solemn as the devil.
For we shall chant hereby an incantation In honor of creation: With reverent step and upward-rolling eye We shall give praise most high To God and Man and their great Destination. High-stepping round the cauldron we shall call The Sprites Primordial Out from the womb of darkness and no-time To join us in a rhyme In honor of them all: To join us in a toast To God and Man and the Great Holy Ghost.
Sure, one and all, Those Sprites Primordial Will drink their bumpers in this holy revel As solemn as the devil, For we shall give them wine Finer than superfine, Brewed in our cauldrons to a chanted spell As solemn as all hell, Made rich with gizzards of the Laughing Goose And monkey-juice.