O'Lustre! How you babble; as sweet as swiftest brook.
Arousing with your love-song; those thrills of dark unknown.
Cavorting like a feather; who dances with lady luck.
Conversing with great vigour; in deep yet, ghastly tone.
Creating sultry women; who skip and leap around.
Conserving virtues pillar; with lazy, dumb baboons.
Controlling the thralls hammer; which smashes on the ground.
Castrating without notice; spirits who praise the moons.
O'Lustre how we love thee and could not do without.
I fear that without ye', I'd live my life in doubt.