Nobody prayed or played the harp,
But men of baggage, boats and cars,
In har-mon-ee smoked long cigars.
They lent their brilliance to the scene
And polished platters slick and clean.
After the sun had gone to rest,
When birds and beasts were all undressed,
The hours sped fast on wheels of time
And the flock took flight ere midnight chime,
Resolved to meet ’bout next July