Mauvais Voyage De Sept à Cinq

There lived a man,

In the happening land of suntan,

Fearsome, mad, stupid,

Hated the very idea of Cupid.

Although, love, he would bestow,

On his far-away kin,

Hatred was his favorite feeling,

And, thus committed a sin.

On the mount under the kirk,

Stood, ashamed, Captain Circk,

Having witnessed the hellish sin,

Of him killing his kin.

Desponding, he laid down on the earth,

Contemplating His heaveniy birth,

He had uprooted a seed,

Crying over his deed.

He cried,

Over what hatred had done,

He realised,

Now, it spares none.

Stabbed himself, he

When the guilt filled up the rim,

Et, ainsi, c'était son voyage,

Un mauvais voyage de sept à cinq éléments.