In October the tenure ends
So here where twin seasons exist
And exist to fight for the throne
They stage their deadly duel
October with rolling paunch
November with hazy eyes
They deal each other terrible blows
October with stunning blows
November with awful clouts
Occasionally each goes to boot
So that when October is done for
The whole arena floods up
And when November goes down
You could lean against the miasma
October with stunning punches
November with awful jabs
Occasionally each goes to the boot
And in their propaganda of war
None would accept defeat back on feet
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