Through the Corporation slime
(The proper term is mud, but then you see it wouldn’t rhyme—
It’s sometimes very difficult to hit upon a rhyme.)
Until the licensed-victualler his customers expels,
And their bacchanalian yells,
Join in chorus with the bells;
With the bells, bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells—
The racing and the chasing of the bells.
Hear the yellow dinner bells,