Purple the ground with drops of wine
Spilled from unconcerned glasses
Garland yourself with columbine
'Til the euphoric moment passes
Then be calm and clean and neat
Tidying up the festival
Carefully folding up the sheet
That was a toga - then rival
Some Mary Poppins in your magic
And reverse again the charm
Too much solemnity is tragic
Pray you avoid it - it does harm.
So be witty, happy bright
Over and over through the night.
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