My spurs are rusted, my cloak is rent,
My plume is damp with rain
And the thistledown and the barley beards
Are thick on my horse's mane.

But my Weltansicht's as bright as my sweetheart's eye,
My Geisteskreativität is strong and free,
I created your logic and laws!
I'm the ontological solipsist raparree
I'm the anarchistic solipsist, Rapaire!