So You Want to go Cerocquing
So you want to go cerocquing;
And you tell me – what is more –
That there’ll be a glimpse of stocking
If I spin you round the floor.
Though the spirit is quite willing,
It’s the flesh that is too weak;
And it’s really not that thrilling,
When my joints and sinews creak.
Now the clock is ticking-tocking
And I’ve recently been fed;
I don’t want to go cerocquing –
No! I’d rather go to bed.
