Scav Retrospectus

There are four days (but four) within the year
In which the madness may be loosed and free;
The rest are, in that sense, but dull and drear,
No matter what their other contents be,
Since there is nothing else can possibly
Equal the craze only unleashed therein;
This is no lie, no vile calumny,
But simple, honest truth. What we begin
And end within those days is, lose or win,
The ultimate in merry weirdness; they
Who judge care not for moral good or sin,
But only weird insanity. Make hay
And take the pleasure other days can't have:
It is the genius of our madcap Scav.