Miss Shapiro - 801

All the peasants in the squares

At the tables and their chairs

Set to salvage certain numbers

From the wonder of the Tundra

And the muses in the gloom

Counting needles in their rooms

On the carpet in the corner

In a kind of secret slumber

While the information rain

Slashed the dirty windowpane to the square

Smokey broads and smoky windows in the square

Come come charmer come on over for the day

Disappearing cocoa forests flash and die

Fortunes crumble all demolished in the bay

Over forty pointed people In the perfect pointed steeple

Looked to see the lucky number

Yes the wonder of the Tundra

Had come up to fame and fortune

Singing his tune, my tune, your tune

Wooing daughters of the gifted

On the carpets and the courtrooms

While the tickets were expensive

The show was quite relentless in the square

Smokey broads and smoky windows in the square

Come come charmer come on over for the day

Disappearing cocoa forests flash and die

Fortunes crumble all demolished in the bay

Dalai Llama lama puss puss

Stella maris missa nobis

Miss a dinner Miss Shapiro

Shampoos pot-pot pinkies pampered

Movement hampered like at Christmas

Ha-ha isn’t life a circus

Round in Circles like the Archers

Always stiff and always starchy

Yes it’s happening and it’s fattening

And it’s all that we can get into the show

Smokey broads and smoky windows in the square

Come come charmer come on over for the day

Disappearing cocoa forests flash and die

Fortunes crumble all demolished in the bay