Helden here, sacred
near, Alsace clear,
dreaming, knowing,
coming, drumming,
harking, larking,
parking. Fate is lost!
Ah, sweet tangerine of
the small man's yard...
Oh, truth! Oh, soul!
I was lost so quickly...

you are sweet, peel is thick,
juices are pure...like the
eye of a harpy–but not

it's a hearty boon
and we find it real
all sitting prettily upon
the duke's new seal.