If you're anxious for to shine
In the high aesthetic line
As a man of culture rare,
You must get up all the germs
Of the transcendental terms
And plant them ev'rywhere.
You must lie upon the daisies
And discourse in novel phrases
Of your complicated state of mind;
The meaning doesn't matter
If it's only idle chatter
Of a transcendental kind.
And ev'ryone will say,
As you walk your mystic way,
"If this young man expresses himself
In terms too deep for me,
Why, what a very singularly deep young man
This deep young man must be!"
