Beside the candle
We sing but still bicker
Watching the flames -
We quarrel as they flicker.
Though causeways are slowly bridged
While the wax pool grows steady,
And eyes transfixed, we wait -
As the last act is ready.
With exuberant zeal
We seize a brief chance
To shatter the silence
And jovially dance!
A baptism soon awaits:
Rather grave and tough to handle,
Though just for the moment
We are reprieved by the candle.
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