Forerunner

Fume the gale --

 Und gild the furnace 

 Gape at his rise und giddy with his success 

 Sing a rhyme --

 Und gash the writer ' s hand 

 Germinate a plot where fervent glimmer glides 

He said to fumble them all 

Not to be frought or be frail 

Flip your mind , flit the fort 

Till your gaiety come to the fore !

 He said to flounder in the hall -- 

Of the hell foreborn as foil 

Fling your foe , weep for your soul 

they ' re floral 

 When he ' s old --

 Enough to enter the gentry 

 Gallop the ground --

 In the STEM fraternity 

 Gallant pens blow und ghastly answers fly 

 Welcome home und I ' ll give yer my gem 

 He said they ' re not futile 

 Why ' re you glaze to be glacial 

 Open your lids , there ' s no gloom 

 Glean the bits und let us fall 

He said he ' s standing on shore 

Evading the world ' s blood und gore 

Weep for yourself , weep for them -- 

Und stand still