I went on down unto the duplexes of the dead, Where the shades are drawn and the shadows shut- Unless you know the magic word (Seldom said but often heard, bite your lip!) Then spin around three times On our honeymoon My husband sat still With a look in his eyes and a pen in his left hand He wrote on the varnish the magic word (Seldom seen and never heard) He shushed me then slumped backwards dead asleep I went grumpy sitting in the sun by the umbrella stand, Making every single unreasonable demand I covered my head and went to the office pool, dipped in reverent a re-soled mule and asked the chlorine fumes if there was something they wanted to bring up