Or would you even higher fly,
And found a "Cult"? You've but to try.
That blend fools follow in full cry,
Meaninglessness plus Mystery!
A witch astride upon a broom,
A bogie in a darkened room,
Nonsense and nubibustic gloom,—
Mix them like witch-broth; they will "boom"!
Chorus—Tra-la! We "boom" to-day!
[Till you are tired of it.