The Spoonbill Generator

God speed to you, fair travellers all [Big Andy]

And bid you now to quit my hall! [Apsley]

For time is short and morning near [Big Andy]

When Phœbus bright will soon appear [Apsley]

And guide his chariot of flame [Roland]

The wild, quickening sky to tame [Big Andy]

And roll it, legs upwards, in a box [Apsley]

While wearing sandals without socks [F]