herr drosselmeyer s doll there she is on the stage spinning as she sprawls thank god the curtains fall her spring is sprung and dances done spinning as she sprawls thank god the curtains fall in the morning he twists the key quite hard and ticking she s brought to boil releve my sweet on point en garde her innards twang as they uncoil herr doktor s fingertips trace by on craquelature from every fall the daylight made to race right by with paint and paste and stitch and awl patient patient bumblebee soon your audience admire a shapely arabesque or three i ll wind you up you ll never tire starry tutu sullen moon a frozen carmine mouth twinkles as she jerks and swoons the lady is ushered out gentlemen this fallen angel is the illegitimate daughter of art and science a modern marvel of engineering clockworks elevated to the very natural process which even now is in your blood racing your eyes flashing at such irreproachable beauty here is gaia here is eve here is lilith and i stand before you as her father sprung fully formed from my brow dewy and sweet she can be yours and yours again for her flesh is the incorruptible pale to be excused from the wages of sin and as the sack cloth sodden slumps beneath these chipped and china limbs the sour flesh pines grunts and thumps step right up boys tuppence for a spin 