For the drum thrown down a well
Cacophony of plunging ground

Through the labyrinth of the ear
A nevertheless drum resonates

At the bottom end of the radio dial
Where the scored rests deaden air

Above the aped apex of a pyramid
Now too punctual to be

On a bar with all the bar stools
Rests at the end of a long slave

To life — not just another prejudice —
e taxi omnibus — and a whole slew

Of one of many Adams Abels
And Abrahams doing this doing that

Doo wah doo wah