Scintillate, scintillate, globule orific
How I conjecture your nature specific
Way above in the ethereal stratosphere
Like a giant gem carbonaceous.
When torrid Phoebus refuses his presence
And ceases to lamp with fierce incandescence
Then you illumine the regions supernal
Scintillate, scintillate, semper nocturnal.
Then the victim of hospiceless peregrination
Gratefully hails your minute coruscation
He could not determine his journey's direction
But for your bright scintillating protection.
-- Gyles Brandreth, "The Joy of Lex"
