Midsummer’s eve, the table spins
And comes to standstill halfway turned.
Outside, the merry dance beings,
Everyone gets what no one’s earned.
The jester steals the high king’s crown,
The priest unbuttons his soutane.
The seraphim comes circling down,
Trades both his wings for one cold ale.
The killer courts his victim’s wife,
The tyrant vows to make amends,
The lambs, devouring lions, thrive
Till morning comes, and madness ends.