A Three Krater Symposium

Thus spoke the sympathetic night symposiarch
"I'll mix three kraters to ignite a rosy spark"
The first is for a healthy crown
One krater down

And in accordance with the fragment of the play
The second toast shall fly the flag meant to portray
a notion love is all around
Two kraters down

Then to conclude let's quaff a crusty cup for sleep
As wise men wander off we must break up to keep
our reputation and renown
Three kraters down

A gilded lie
A gilded lie

Okay, one more yet some begin to act akin a clown
And Dionysis spin his grin into a frown
Four kraters down

Soon shouts emit, scold and drown
And bit by bit everything golden is turning brown
Five kraters down

This sunken level of the standard will result
in drunken revel steeped in slander and insult
A thousand wretched words bestrown
Six kraters down

A gilded lie
A gilded lie
A gilded lie laid right

Here's for black eyes, fighting arise
Heaven is quarrel and heaven is vice
Seven kraters down

Here's for the straw, summon the law
Hate is a plate better served in the raw
Eight kraters down

Bile, bile
Wine lets woe defile a while
Nine kraters down

Madness, madness
When unconcious add uncladness
Ten kraters down
Yeah

A gilded lie
A gilded lie laid right