Spike:  My soul is wrapped in harsh repose / Midnight descends in raven - colored clothes / But soft . Behold ! A sunlight beam / Cutting a swath of glimmering gleam / My heart expands , ' tis grown a bulge in it / Inspired by your beauty ... effulgent .
Audience: Yeah ! That was great , man !
Spike: Thank you . That was for Cecily . All right . This next _ one _ 's called " The Wanton Folly of Me Mum " .