In darkness just before the dawn

The madmen dance out on the lawn

Spin, scuttle, clop,

For in the light a toothless grin

A sunken eye or drooling chin

Betrays the madness deep within

Spin, scuttle, clop.

They promenade and curtsy low

They all join hands and do-si-do

Spin, scuttle, clop,

And as the threat of daylight spreads

They waltz their way back to their beds

To dance all day inside their heads

Spin, scuttle, clop.