Spell for Lunching After the Death
O Sunwurst who defined a moonmoan, O Sunwurst who sleeps rainbows, may you deem worth within the argued and past wooed, may those who are heartsick pardon your slack and paw, may the Netherwurst receive you when Damsel enters stage bereft in Apron to blank your weakish wishes in the torsos to the flinching bleats.