We need to see the sage,for he is a wonderfully wise mage.So off we went,we were hell-bent,but he lives all the way in Kent! With a song in our heart'sand a spring in our steps,we found him at Imhotep's. Far away from Kent, he is,we asked him why,but he went into a fizz. "It's none of your biz!"he said in a fizz,and rushed off to watchLes Mis. We rushed after him,not understanding his whim,but he ran away,to another play!...
"Smile, make a pot of chamomile tea, pretend there's an orange hanging above your head, point at it and laugh". That was what an old man who lived under a bridge near my school once told me. He was wise and had white hair covering his face, it hanged like necklaces from his neck. It was a work of art. There was more artistic integrity on that old man's face than most modern art bullshit that exists nowadays, don't even ge...
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...
