Three Cheers for that Old Angry Snake

Three cheers for that old angry snake,
Who did sip from the goblet of vict’ry,

Who did slither from ‘neath the grindstone,
And did coil and strike with fervency,

Three cheers for that old angry snake,
Who did suffer the jest of fools,

Who did shoulder the weight of the hopes of men,
With a still and steadfast cool,

Three cheers for that old angry snake,
Who withstood the volley of youth,

Where age once stood a stumbling block,
Now wisdom bore its tooth,

Three cheers for that old angry snake,
Whose relent can ne’r be found,

To the East was the sun, and the West was he,
Who moves without a sound,

Three cheers for that old angry snake,
Now my innocence regained,

With a hope that shall outlast the night,
And a soul, at last, unstained.