The Hermit of the Hermit´s Point
Frank Tovey
His raven-black hair falls long
Down to his toes
On his head is a evil bunch of
Carrion crows
Oh his hip is out of joint
He's the Hermit of Hermes Point
He sits like a gargoyle
On the cornice of the roof
Sipping at absinthe
One hundred percent proof
If it's your dead you need to anoint
Go to the Hermit of Hermes Point
He's the son of Zeus and he carries
A herald's wand
If you're looking for bad news
He will soon abscond
Never known to disappoint
He's the Hermit of Hermes Point