(Ferry)At last the crimson chord cascadeTo shower dry cordials withinToo late to leap the chocolate gatePale founta
ins fizzing forth pink ginWhile destiny begins to flyThe farmyard chorus sings its wakeUpstanding anthem to the skyToo soon
to realise their fateYou were the raven of OctoberI knew the sign you flew aroundUp in the air so high above meNever neede
d to look downI never thought I'd be a roverI didn't even look aroundBut now I know you've found anotherSo will someone ple
ase find meGive now the host his claret cupAnd watch Madeira's farewell drinkNote his reaction acid sharpShould make the co
gnoscenti think