Go out and snip off some snowbells in bloom
Doom, doom, doom
Untarnish my grandmother's silver-plate spoon
Doom, doom, doom
Hound the gray dust-hares from room to room
Doom, doom, doom
Unbar the front door, they'll be here soon
Doom, doom, doom
Blush to a jolly-old, croaking-good tune
Doom, doom, doom
Silver spoons tinking, wineglasses clinking,
Front doors and back doors and doggy doors banging,
Post-prandial strolling, and -- hark! -- snowbells tolling:
Doom! Doom! Doom!
