I’m traveling down to Cambridge town
to get to know my inner scribe.
I’ve not yet worn its scrivener’s gown
but think that there my one true tribe
will greet me well with pen and ink,
and urge me on to dream and think.
I’m on my way to Cambridge town
with pen and ink and skin,
and when I’ve donned my scriveners gown
I’ll beg them let me in.

