The Party Of The Night

Think a Mitt & Mike have troubles? Hang on to your Gore-Lieberman button,  and  Try this

 Oozing from its ageless crypt  beneath City College Alcove 1.5, it spread up the East River like a black mist, arching over to the Miskatonic and into the headwaters of another stream, until, as the Hunter's Moon rose over New Haven, an eldrich chanting was heard in an oval henge of stone :

Boola , Boola , Cthulhu, Cthulhu,
Boola , Boola , Boola Cthu !
Iä! Yog!  Iä! Yog!  Iä! Yog!  Yale!