Musicians watch the procession creep
While their guitars gently weep
The pall bearers bear Paul home
And these words are written on his stone
"Les is no more"
No more, no less.
In the forests of the night
The tiger dreams of things to bite
Stretches out its claws to rend...
Disturb it not, I recommend. "A fearful symmetry" it has, says Blake
And, my friend, make no mistake
Though it purr, and stretch, and yawn
It is YOU the tiger dreams of dining on.