When shall we three meet again?
On blasted heath or drakken moor?
By the twisting of my wrist,
Something evil this way comes!

Donorunterblitzen!
Hail Donor, well met that thane!
Hail Zeozen, who shall be blinging everafter!
Hail! Hail! Hail!

Ods bodkins, tarry not long shall I here,
masking of muses and the muzzling of moments
shall be my guiding light! 'zounds off I go!