'rattle a rocket of bones'

they took up a tally

in tourniquet alley

and wept from a socket of thorn


soon they saw Sally,

who was part of the tally,

and leapt as though newly reborn


from cradles they cry

with a glint in the eye

of rockets rampant and roam


the devil did lie

from his cavernous thigh

and left but a pocket of loam.


from thence they gathered

in mutinous mather,

without so much as a fire


so hence they whence

to pocket a pence

and rend the heavenly spire


Sally said not a word,

As clear as a bird

But sang along anyway after.