Meaningless Pulses in 3/4 Time^

No goddess ex machina came to my rescue

From Hollywood, Hartford or Speyer-on-Rhine.^

A black hippopotama tortured my dreams

But her visits were random,

Not set by design.^

My comrades, you shouldn't reflect on my passing;

I've come and I've gone like degradable swine.^

My signatures fade into life everlasting,

But life in the abstract --

Not yours and not mine.

Where ^ = a quarter rest