The Yellow God
His coming was threatened, But none took heed
The world would soon know.
The Yellow God came down one day,
Alighted on the silvery earth,
Pronouncing people out of date,
Banishing all and sundry.
When up in spite he dashed through
Towards the clouds of celestial strife
He touched up the heathen spirit
With a gay tra-lee.
A sportive touch did dwindle away
As lovers sang on a Birchfield Bank.
Aligning homeward, fleeting free.
With whistling touch of platted hair,
He reached the doors of Kingdom's home
Determined on retrospective announcements.
He lighted on a toadstool green
Intent on impish deeds
Of daring defiance against the human race.
The jockey was the first to fall, his horse it did not warrant
The canoe man lost his paddle quick, a victim of the torrent.
The babes were wild, the children chilled
While Demion switched to trade.
Wild Demion, lusting for life
To misery aft-enthralling.
But once came down with a showering thrust
The bolt of Cremaithius' trade
And smote our God upon the breast
And caused his heart to fade.
No more to danger the lives of us
He returned from whence he came.
His coming was threatened, But none took heed
The world would soon know.
The Yellow God came down one day,
Alighted on the silvery earth,
Pronouncing people out of date,
Banishing all and sundry.
When up in spite he dashed through
Towards the clouds of celestial strife
He touched up the heathen spirit
With a gay tra-lee.
A sportive touch did dwindle away
As lovers sang on a Birchfield Bank.
Aligning homeward, fleeting free.
With whistling touch of platted hair,
He reached the doors of Kingdom's home
Determined on retrospective announcements.
He lighted on a toadstool green
Intent on impish deeds
Of daring defiance against the human race.
The jockey was the first to fall, his horse it did not warrant
The canoe man lost his paddle quick, a victim of the torrent.
The babes were wild, the children chilled
While Demion switched to trade.
Wild Demion, lusting for life
To misery aft-enthralling.
But once came down with a showering thrust
The bolt of Cremaithius' trade
And smote our God upon the breast
And caused his heart to fade.
No more to danger the lives of us
He returned from whence he came.