with the hope of sleeping firmly in our head
At the sign of truimph sleep fairies do flee;
On then, Chillow soldiers, on to the settee!
Hell's foundations quiver as we shout again;
Bother and blast this ruddy Tapoxyfen!
Onward then, ye ladies, join our happy throng,
blend with ours your voices in the triumph song.
Glory, laud, and honor unto Hokey Poken
Due to countless flushes, women have awoken
Ah well - it's a work in progress - RevCat does it better!