From fire and ice, from the pit we rise,
Playful there beneath cloudless skies.
Impish court jesters though we seem to be,
Take not for granted our inborn devilry!
For amidst the laughter and wagging tongue,
You'll howl no longer when your hearts are stung!
And he who laughs will surely laugh last;
Your fate is sealed and the die has been cast!
And we alone will gloat at this endgame;
Invited we were and gladly we came!

Sheldon J. Young