Yurg

Goldonda Aniara knows no day or night But we cling to habits of our time We make our days with fluorescent lights We keep our clocks within our own minds And in the artificed night When we dance our yurg I met a girl named Daisy Who also came from Dorisburg Oh, Daisy Doody With the yurg upon your hips And all the slang of dear old Dorisburg On your lips Goldonda Aniara was a bubble in glass And all of us confined in infinite space But when we danced our yurg, how it made the fear pass Daisy's warmth, the only safe place And in the mirrored halls Where we danced our yurg Glorious nonsense flowing A language space has never heard. Oh, Daisy Doody With the yurg upon your hips And all the slang of dear old Dorisburg On your lips Come roxaway and shimble Droom dazily, come hillow in my billows I don't quarrel with my morals as I fondle with my rondles And, wathed in tari, gimble with my gondles Daisy's heart beats free of danger As she prattles as in fever Until she falls asleep Daisy Doody says "There's no difference in this yurg From the one we used to dance in Dorisburg" Oh, come on, Daisy Doody, Let's get lost in the yurg And baffle space with slang from Dorisburg