There was a din! Music and song!
A curious carriage came driving along.
It slowed down and stopped and
a caftan clad person stepped out and presented himself:

Greetings my friends! A good day to you!
I'm Mr Tilly and this is my crew:
The Fishbeards! The Skirt Men!
Performers and poets, musicians du genre progressiste.

And so they played, and so they sang,
this Mr Tilly and all of his gang.
And never in his life had Bogd heard such marvellous music,
such mind-blowing sounds!

Then Tilly spoke: Corporate clowns,
randy for rubles, clog up the towns!
We're leaving the city to care for our craft somewhere else. Now, good luck and good bye!"