[Lute intro] the big creaky wheel a thousand years to turn thousand meetings, thousand emails, thousand rules to keep things from changing and heaven forbid the setting of a precedent yet in this magisterial inefficiency there are spaces and hiding places for fragile weeds to bloom and maybe bear some singular fruit like the F H I, a misfit prodigy daytime a tweedy don at dark a superhero flying off into the night cape a-fluttering to intercept villains and stop catastrophes and why not base it here? our spandex costumes blend in with the scholarly gowns our unusual proclivities are shielded from ridicule where mortar boards are still in vogue where mortar boards are still in vogue thousand meetings, thousand emails, thousand rules to keep things from changing and heaven forbid the setting of a precedent
