Their disappointment begun
Upon the fair realisation
That the fields of Elysian
Needed constant mending
There was to be no holiday
To follow the life of lies
Where the uneven elders
Kept the flame hidden afar
Gas, petrol, fumes to fuel
The lawn mowing monster
Needed to weed out the rules
The faun of Lyra possessed
Oh, Librarian with no books
Like scholars with a mind free
To roam the roads less wandered
Towards the end of another dream
Betrayal of no truth lingered
Longer than the care would wait
For the Child to be, to become
Like the prophecy declared — at ease
Their disappointment begun
Upon the right and proper remembrance
That the pastures of the divine
Require continuous repairs.