Songs for the Land of the Living
While waiting weary upon my bed

Fezzick, do you see rocks?
If so, we’ll all be dead

It’s true I love the Blues
No way would I vote red

Into the Fire Swamp
Is where the Princess Wesley led

At times I too rush in
Where angels fear to tread

Courage and contemplation
Opposites must wed

Stop that rhyming, I mean it!
Is what foolish Vizzinni said

Anybody want a peanut?
As you wish ahead!