How to begin it?
We once were in a bit if a jam
We took what could be taken
Sleeping off the chaos of the dilemma,
We woke into a dream
In the artful elusions of what followed, we demonstrated for our followers
The pursuant lost the thread never again to find
Needling feelings took us up to challenge to a duel
The dirigible drank in the fumes of xenon
Sleeping on sheets of lead, the magistrate shook, and moaned: “hooooow is that nauh,  mistuh sir?”
Our followers were prepared with mace and henbane
Clamoring to reach the retorts and the window smashing, they broke a few things
Worthy vices had to be found
Twinkling eyes full of mischief showed us the way

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