I saw the morning dew betwixt thine thighs
As I removed my source of Greecian power
As if King Midas dared to touch the skys
Upon thy body fell a golden shower
Thy body's temples, two church bells had rung
Upon thy chest, a row of pearls bestowed
The sun had set thy set with weary hung
I thought, "How black a night, and blue a load"
I said, "What light through yonder beaver breaks, it is the yeast!"
And now my belly's yellow
My pole gives cause to storms and earthy quakes
But 'tis not massive, I am no Othello
And when that final moment came to pass
Like Christ I came a'riding on an ass
