When the Gourd is ripe, and the leaves have died, The Hole is made, and the Ladder is tied. They climb the Ladder, and into the Hole, And all the People begin to howl. They cry the Words, and they wave their Hands, And they dance the Dance of the Five Grains. They fill their Bowls, and they pass the Cup, And they take of the Bread, and they eat it up. They drink the Wine, and they go to sleep, And in the morning they awake and weep. This is the Dance of the Empty Bowl, The Dance of Hunger, the Dance of the Soul. The Gourd is empty, and the Ladder is down; The Dance is over, and the People are gone. GPT-3 with Erika Nesse