Explicate whither my demesne;
From lassitude I long to recline;
Imbibed a wee libation 'bout a bell or two back,

Notwithstanding wheresoe'er I peregrinate,
O'er humus, deeps or bubbles,
This incantation will remain eternally audibly emanating from my throat:
Delineate to me the route to my bed.

(I just made that one up; doubt it's ever been sung, and I'm not drunk so it won't start now.

Liland