Like Zeus’ harmonica the orchestra was blowing / but I’m in the lobby shaking all the hands of anyone worth knowing / gathered round the bowl from which the punch spiked with some motor oil was flowing / dilettantes and cosmonauts and brass from Harvard rowing but / the rest was written for me / tiptoe round the caldera, Vesuvius is snoring / but we’ll all feel the broom when nature gets round to the chores it’s been ignoring but / the rest was written for me