A troupe of skull-faced witch-men came |With pomposity|
Through the agate doorway in suits of flame,
Yea, long-tailed coats with a gold-leaf crust
And hats that were covered with diamond-dust.
And the crowd in the court gave a whoop and a call
And danced the juba from wall to wall.
But the witch-men suddenly stilled the throng |With a great deliberation and ghostliness|
With a stern cold glare, and a stern old song:
“Mumbo-Jumbo will hoo-doo you.”...
Just then from the doorway, as fat as shotes |With overwhelming assurance, good cheer, and pomp|