Seeking refreshment, Dire wolves present, Ready to gnaw. Gnu society is buried along. String pulled taught, Ropes around throats, Strings play onward, Despite what they're taught. An uproar of laughter occurs, Society of horse-eaters, glue-makers, wearing fresh wigs. Pigs remaining adorned in powder, Guns pointed, son anointed, Appointed afterward as God, Society of brow-beaters, As if word meant nothing either, Society of Shakespearean clods.