text: Your time is near, the missions clear
  Its later than we think
  Before you slip into the night
  Youll want something to drink
  Steal away before the dawn, and
  Bring us back good news
  But if youve tread in primal soup
  Please wipe it from your shoes
  Just then a porthole pirate
  Scourged the evening with his cry
  And sanctuary bugs deprived
  The monkey of its thigh
  A dust arose and clogged my nose
  Before I could blink twice
  Despite the stuff that bubbled up
  I gave some last advice:
  The flesh from Satans dogs
  Will make the rudiments of gruel
  Deduct the carrots from your pay
  You worthless swampy fool
  Exploding then through fields and fen
  And swimming in the mire
  The septic maidens gargoyle tooth
  Demented me with fire
  I drifted where the current chose
  Afloat upon my back
  And if perchance a newt slimed by
  Id stuff it in my sack
  Soon I felt a bubble form, Somewhere below my skin
  But with handy spine of hedgehog
  I removed the force within
  Suzie then removed her mask
  And caused a mighty stir
  The angry mob responded
  Taking turns at grabbing her
  The foggy caverns musty grime
  Appeared within my palm
  I snatched Ricks fork to scrape it off
  With deadly icy calm
  The crowd meanwhile had taken Sue
  And used her like a rag
  To mop the slime from where the slug
  Had slithered with the bag
  In summing up, the moral seems
  A little bit obscure...
  Give the director a serpent deflector
  A mudrat detector, a ribbon reflector
  A cushion convector, a picture of nectar
  A virile dissector,a hormone collector
  Whatever you do take care of your shoes