Clouds of steam cleared,
and I saw a strange land:
strange and with a great depression in it.
And a voice!
"I say unto youse,
"Look, would you take five with that steam-iron?
"Now where was I?
"Right: this place
"Is called The Valley Of The Reflection Of Life.
"Observest it carefully.
"Thou wilt notice that it's as deep as the Song Of Solomon
"and as long as the dong of King Kong. Now:
"I Am, We mean One didst, well anyway I've
"Filled it entirely with children's clean socks:
"Thou art to pair them and pile them over there,
"into a sort of mountain. After that
"thou mayest leave;
"the faithful can handle it from there."