SoDerick DimerLeft his timerwith his tiny horseSoWhen Dinah Dimpotimed her tempo,It ended in a divorce.NowDimer Dericklives in a barrackFor here he'll alway be fedButFor Dimpo Dinah,being a whinawill have her five-times dead.

In the valley of Moethere's a town you never heardwhere it'd always snowtill a plague quite absurdtumbled from the downspokeand sliced off the headsof all the townsfolkwho dashed around like undeads.With the town disabled,a copper sage cameand overtook the fabled.He was the one to blamefor the sharp windthat fell upon the townand did them all in.On a throne, he sat downHe had his foxescollect all the capsand store them in...

The trees hated to think of wicked little babiesAs they wonder along the lonely harborsbut if they had some ice cold meats, then maybethey would rather ponder barbers."Listen to their mumbles, crawling through the air!"The tiny shrub did shout in pride,"Why we must riot and shave off their hair.and don't forget their ugly hide."The lover in the sea was sleeping in a trancewhen by chance did he hear such a plan.and danced...