Bitters End

At last the crimson cord cascades

To shower dry cordials within

Too late to leap the chocolate gate

(Pale fountains fizzing forth pink gin)

While destiny prepares to fly

The farmyard chorus sings it's wake

Upstanding anthem to the sky

(Too soon to realize their fate)

(Bizarre, bizarre) You were the raven of October

(Bizarre, bizarre) I knew the sign you flew around

Up in the air so high above me

Never needed to look down

I never thought I'd be a rover

I didn't even look around

But now I know you've found another

So will someone please find me?

Give now the host his claret cup

And watch Madeira's farewell drink

Note his reaction, acid sharp

Should make the cognoscenti think