A band of minstrels came and played for a time.
They sang and they danced, hit the high notes and low notes.
Leapt in the air, fell to the ground.
Swayed to the right, then to the left, formed a circle and danced till they were One.
Then they bowed and they left.
Happy Ascension, everyone.
We have 200 years off, then we’re off to the Seventh, and do it all over again.