For They Found a Camera in Swaddling Clothes, and Took it to a Camera.

Eleven is the number
of the beasts,
the bumblers and the rest.

Eleven is the number
of the feasts,
of the mumblers in their vests.

Eleven is the number
where abstraction begins,
sanity ends, or whatever.

Eleven is the number
of the bunch, we're all
bloddy monsters, that's the hunch.

Eleven is the number
looks like ll and sounds like
"Why?".

Eleven is the number
Eleven is the number
Bye.