Sir Knight Off-Standish

On Amsterdam Avenue across from the unfinished cathedral, there grew a little garden. We said it was the garden that housed Dr. Zhivago's mother's grave. We sang,

"Pitr, Patr, pumpkin-eater,
Where does your garden grow?"

Once Pitr peed in that garden. Soon thereafter we had a class dinner in the Chinese restaurant on the next corner. We sang,

"Pass me a glass, Tomas.
Pass me a platr, Pitr."

That was the round table of Sir Knight Off-Standish, populated by all the king's boys. We were bound for the lighthouse, and yet trapped in a garden of our own making.