By Alex Moskios
Oh, come with me and let us sing a medley of songs;
Let us forget and be forgetful in a stream of words;
Let's dance and sing and spin some merry yarns,
With fuming heads and sickling legs;
Oh, let us drink tonight and be merry, my love.
Walking down the moonlit, half deserted paths,
We'll talk to Pan and board the distant stars;
The universal cause of life let us taste at last,
Clinging each-to-each like the sails on the mast.