I noticed this afternoon that the flag is flying from the roof of the Freemason's Temple.
I wonder what arcane ceremony might be taking place...
(A darkened room. One can barely see the high ceiling in the flickering candlelight. In the middle of the room, a circle of elderly men in suits, covered with crimson cloaks, move slowly in a circle, now crouching low, now raising their arms in the air, chanting):
The Masons, the Masons,
They're washing up in basins!
Remove their socks, put in a box
And call each other Jason!
They're spinning round and wearing scarves
And cutting muffins into halves
And when they're almost going to starve
Stuff muffins in their faces!
The Masons, the Masons,
When the feeling takes 'em
They dance around
And make a sound
Like crazed and horny bisons!
The Masons in their masks and gloves
The Masons chant a song of love
With stamping feet and shout above
Pray to their lord James Mason!
(Chanting continues. One of the men gets tired and has to have a sit down and a biscuit. We lose interest and move on...)
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