The monkeys keep typing, they’re getting quite near,
A knight with a bottle discourses on fear,
Away in Verona a special surprise
Is lying in wait for a girl in disguise.
Oh nuncle, dear nuncle, be merry again,
From the edge of the cliff though your fate may seem plain
It may be a comedy, maybe you’ll find
True love and a marriage to match your true mind.
Don’t hesitate, monkeys, type on!
Let’s find out where everyone’s gone.
The spectre that came to the feast,
The prince and the clown and the priest.
Get out of your red velvet chair,
And exit, pursued by a bear.
27th December 2017