crick crack

we leave the older forms of joy behind
and do not understand just what they mean
there are too many things to keep in mind

we are to no good purpose now inclined
and will not play at cricket on the green
we leave the older forms of joy behind

with shallow customs we have been aligned
and count each benediction as obscene
there are too many things to keep in mind

you've let the thread of wisdom here unwind
and not one of your followers is keen
we leave the older forms of joy behind

you might have had full vigour unrefined
but that is in the realm of the unseen
there are too many things to keep in mind

from every corner we hear the unkind
voices demanding we depart the scene
we leave the older forms of joy behind
there are too many things to keep in mind