1128 These are the Nights that Beetles love lyrics

These are the Nights that Beetles love —

From Eminence remote

Drives ponderous perpendicular

His figure intimate

The terror of the Children

The merriment of men

Depositing his Thunder

He hoists abroad again —

A Bomb upon the Ceiling

Is an improving thing —

It keeps the nerves progressive

Conjecture flourishing —

Too dear the Summer evening

Without discreet alarm —

Supplied by Entomology

With its remaining charm —