Shakphere was ready for a new act to begin

But his pen was missing

Mmmmmmm

Lady Macbeth would get drunk

No not that she did not drink

Then he lay down on a hill

And began to dream

And woke FIND a quil

That she was in a writing mood

Somewhere as if she spoke

As to the sound of a pulse

And she looked off at the sky
.
Deep in thought