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Where are the eagles and the trumpets?

I shall not want Society in Heaven,
Lucretia Borgia shall be my Bride;
Her anecdotes will be more amusing
Than Pipit’s experience could provide.

– From “A Cooking Egg,” by T. S. Eliot. (Collected, p. 46.) To be sung, loosely, to the tune of “Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer.”