I recently listened to Gilgarra Mountain, Peter Yarrow's version of the Irish folk song Whiskey in the Jar, and the more I thought about it, the more I couldn't resist giving the beleaguered Rabbit a wistful narrative of his own. And since the very American Peter did it, Rabbit, too, has to adopt a bit of a brogue for this one. Enjoy!
Hunny in the Jar
As I was a-makin' meself breakfast one mornin',
I spotted Pooh Bear; he had come callin' with no warnin'.
First I drew the curtains; I hoped I could deceive him,
But the knock on me door betrayed to me he wasn't leavin'.
Oh, I won't get very far,
For Pooh is bound to know,
Yes, Pooh is bound to know
There's hunny in the jar.
He counted on me bein' a benevolent old bunny;
I grabbed me door to lock it and protect me precious hunny.
"There's no one home," I called in a voice all light and breezy,
For I figured foolin' Bears of Little Brain would be so easy.
Oh, I won't get very far,
For Pooh is bound to know,
Yes, Pooh is bound to know
There's hunny in the jar.
I stood there in me kitchen, afraid of what was comin'.
That bear was undeterred, seekin' smackerels of somethin',
And so he grasped the doorknob. Oh, I wish I would have fought 'im;
How could I have known he'd block my doorway with his bottom?
Oh, I won't get very far,
For Pooh is bound to know,
Yes, Pooh is bound to know
There's hunny in the jar.
Pooh Bear was burly enough upon arrivin',
And once he had me hunny, his pot-belly was thrivin'.
At last he finished eatin', and he got up from the table,
But alas, I was forsaken; departure was disabled.
Oh, I won't get very far,
For Pooh is bound to know,
Yes, Pooh is bound to know
There's hunny in the jar.
Me house became a jail. I'll admit I was frightened,
For every day that bear in me door seemed to tighten.
Oh, how desperately I wished that he wasn't quite so round;
He'd knock out the wall if he gained one more pound.
Oh, I won't get very far,
For Pooh is bound to know,
Yes, Pooh is bound to know
There's hunny in the jar.
I waited for another, that boy so wise and charmin'.
I frantically explained that I found this quite alarmin'.
He promised he would go and get some help. He wasn't lyin',
And we tugged and tugged that bear until he finally went flyin'.
Oh, I won't get very far,
For Pooh is bound to know,
Yes, Pooh is bound to know
There's hunny in the jar.
There's some takes delight in the haycorns and the thistles
And some takes delight in the chummy hums and whistles.
But I takes delight in me hunny, now securely
Locked up, nice and safe from the bears who visit early.
Oh, I won't get very far,
For Pooh is bound to know,
Yes, Pooh is bound to know
There's hunny in the jar.
Gilgarra Mountain
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Monday, September 4, 2006
The Kids (The Kid, Buddy Mondlock)
I'm a big fan of A Series of Unfortunate Events, and I can't wait to see how Daniel Handler wraps up the series. Like Smallville, the series explores the sometimes tenuous line between heroism and villainy. Does the end always justify the means? And can one do bad things for a good reason without starting to do bad things for bad reasons? The Baudelaires are increasingly forced to do unscrupulous things in the name of self-preservation, and as unfortunate as it would be for the children to remain Count Olaf's captives indefinitely, it would be worse if they turned to villainy themselves... Anyway, here are some ruminations in the voice of Violet to the tune of The Kid.
The Kids
We're the kids whose guardians often work us
Far too hard. Our intelligence
Helps us sometimes, but Count Olaf has caught us,
And his crimes make us quake in fright.
Sunny bites. She is getting big now.
Time's flown so quickly since that fire.
Books that Klaus reads and inventions of mine
Bail us out when our need's dire.
We're the kids who almost fell out a window,
Staved off beasts and lobotomies,
Sawed through lumber and ran laps in a schoolyard.
We watched Count Olaf take our friends.
It's been months now, and we are so tired
Of all these trials and pitfalls.
Olaf's costumes are unconvincing.
Why can't the others see through them all?
We're the kids who thought our troubles were over
When we silenced those wedding bells.
Though we were talking, those adults just weren't listening,
So we have tales of woe to tell.
Mr. Poe is unfit for his station.
We are deeply disdainful.
We always try so hard to make him change his mind.
His obtuseness is painful.
We're the kids who have this habit of scheming,
And we hate what we have to do,
Cuz the truth is that the more we keep scheming,
The more we become villains too.
The Kids
We're the kids whose guardians often work us
Far too hard. Our intelligence
Helps us sometimes, but Count Olaf has caught us,
And his crimes make us quake in fright.
Sunny bites. She is getting big now.
Time's flown so quickly since that fire.
Books that Klaus reads and inventions of mine
Bail us out when our need's dire.
We're the kids who almost fell out a window,
Staved off beasts and lobotomies,
Sawed through lumber and ran laps in a schoolyard.
We watched Count Olaf take our friends.
It's been months now, and we are so tired
Of all these trials and pitfalls.
Olaf's costumes are unconvincing.
Why can't the others see through them all?
We're the kids who thought our troubles were over
When we silenced those wedding bells.
Though we were talking, those adults just weren't listening,
So we have tales of woe to tell.
Mr. Poe is unfit for his station.
We are deeply disdainful.
We always try so hard to make him change his mind.
His obtuseness is painful.
We're the kids who have this habit of scheming,
And we hate what we have to do,
Cuz the truth is that the more we keep scheming,
The more we become villains too.
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Goin' to See Pooh (Goin' to the Zoo, Tom Paxton)
I actually managed to mention all ten major characters in this one. Here's one about Pooh and his friends to the tune of Goin' to the Zoo.
Goin' to See Pooh
Piglet's gonna go visit Pooh tomorrow,
Pooh tomorrow, Pooh tomorrow.
Piglet's gonna go visit Pooh tomorrow,
And they will play all day.
He's goin' to see Pooh, Pooh, Pooh,
And Kanga and Roo, Roo, Roo
Might stop over too, too, too.
He's goin' to see Pooh, Pooh, Pooh.
They see grinning Tigger, his long tail bouncin',
Great big stripes and his long tail bouncin',
Only one like him with his long tail bouncin',
And they will play all day.
He's goin' to see Pooh, Pooh, Pooh,
And Kanga and Roo, Roo, Roo
Might stop over too, too, too.
He's goin' to see Pooh, Pooh, Pooh.
Gopher's nearby and he's dig, dig, diggin',
Wearin' a helmet, dig, dig, diggin',
If they fall in that hole he's diggin',
Then they can't play all day!
He's goin' to see Pooh, Pooh, Pooh,
And Kanga and Roo, Roo, Roo
Might stop over too, too, too.
He's goin' to see Pooh, Pooh, Pooh.
There's a big black cloud over gloomy old Eeyore.
His tail is gone again, poor gloomy old Eeyore.
When they find it for gloomy old Eeyore,
Then they can play all day.
He's goin' to see Pooh, Pooh, Pooh,
And Kanga and Roo, Roo, Roo
Might stop over too, too, too.
He's goin' to see Pooh, Pooh, Pooh.
Owl flies in the sky while yak, yak, yakkin',
Usin' big words and yak, yak, yakkin'
Soarin' over Rabbit, yak, yak, yakkin'
Until they sneak away.
He's goin' to see Pooh, Pooh, Pooh,
And Kanga and Roo, Roo, Roo
Might stop over too, too, too.
He's goin' to see Pooh, Pooh, Pooh.
Well, they played all day, and Pooh's gettin' hungry.
Rumbly in his tumbly, he's hun, hun, hungry.
Wants some hunny cuz he's hun, hun, hungry.
He asks his friend to stay.
He went to see Pooh, Pooh, Pooh.
So did Roo, Roo, Roo.
Kanga too, too, too.
They went to see Pooh, Pooh, Pooh.
Christopher is off to see Pooh tomorrow,
Pooh tomorrow, Pooh tomorrow.
Christopher is off to see Pooh tomorrow,
And they can play all day.
He's goin' to see Pooh, Pooh, Pooh,
And Kanga and Roo, Roo, Roo
Might stop over too, too, too.
He's goin' to see Pooh, Pooh, Pooh.
He's goin' to see Pooh, Pooh, Pooh,
And Kanga and Roo, Roo, Roo
Might stop over too, too, too.
He's goin' to see Pooh, Pooh, Pooh.
Goin' to See Pooh
Piglet's gonna go visit Pooh tomorrow,
Pooh tomorrow, Pooh tomorrow.
Piglet's gonna go visit Pooh tomorrow,
And they will play all day.
He's goin' to see Pooh, Pooh, Pooh,
And Kanga and Roo, Roo, Roo
Might stop over too, too, too.
He's goin' to see Pooh, Pooh, Pooh.
They see grinning Tigger, his long tail bouncin',
Great big stripes and his long tail bouncin',
Only one like him with his long tail bouncin',
And they will play all day.
He's goin' to see Pooh, Pooh, Pooh,
And Kanga and Roo, Roo, Roo
Might stop over too, too, too.
He's goin' to see Pooh, Pooh, Pooh.
Gopher's nearby and he's dig, dig, diggin',
Wearin' a helmet, dig, dig, diggin',
If they fall in that hole he's diggin',
Then they can't play all day!
He's goin' to see Pooh, Pooh, Pooh,
And Kanga and Roo, Roo, Roo
Might stop over too, too, too.
He's goin' to see Pooh, Pooh, Pooh.
There's a big black cloud over gloomy old Eeyore.
His tail is gone again, poor gloomy old Eeyore.
When they find it for gloomy old Eeyore,
Then they can play all day.
He's goin' to see Pooh, Pooh, Pooh,
And Kanga and Roo, Roo, Roo
Might stop over too, too, too.
He's goin' to see Pooh, Pooh, Pooh.
Owl flies in the sky while yak, yak, yakkin',
Usin' big words and yak, yak, yakkin'
Soarin' over Rabbit, yak, yak, yakkin'
Until they sneak away.
He's goin' to see Pooh, Pooh, Pooh,
And Kanga and Roo, Roo, Roo
Might stop over too, too, too.
He's goin' to see Pooh, Pooh, Pooh.
Well, they played all day, and Pooh's gettin' hungry.
Rumbly in his tumbly, he's hun, hun, hungry.
Wants some hunny cuz he's hun, hun, hungry.
He asks his friend to stay.
He went to see Pooh, Pooh, Pooh.
So did Roo, Roo, Roo.
Kanga too, too, too.
They went to see Pooh, Pooh, Pooh.
Christopher is off to see Pooh tomorrow,
Pooh tomorrow, Pooh tomorrow.
Christopher is off to see Pooh tomorrow,
And they can play all day.
He's goin' to see Pooh, Pooh, Pooh,
And Kanga and Roo, Roo, Roo
Might stop over too, too, too.
He's goin' to see Pooh, Pooh, Pooh.
He's goin' to see Pooh, Pooh, Pooh,
And Kanga and Roo, Roo, Roo
Might stop over too, too, too.
He's goin' to see Pooh, Pooh, Pooh.
The Neverland Carol (The Cherry Tree Carol, Traditional)
Here's another parody about Peter Pan, to the tune of The Cherry Tree Carol.
The Neverland Carol
When Peter was a young man, a young man was he,
He came upon a fairy and flew across the sea.
He came upon a fairy and flew across the sea.
On the island where he landed - fair Neverland so green -
There were lost boys and pirates, and he remained a teen.
There were lost boys and pirates, and he remained a teen.
Then Wendy said to Peter, who had her beguiled,
"Peter, won't you come back with me? I cannot stay a child.
Peter, won't you come back with me? I cannot stay a child."
Then Peter flew in anger, in anger flew he.
"You can go ahead and grow up, but you won't be taking me!
You can go ahead and grow up, but you won't be taking me!"
Then up spoke little Tootles in evening's pale gloom,
"But I would like to have my own mother and a home.
But I would like to have my own mother and a home."
So he sprinkled them with dust. As they parted ways,
She said, "Remember, Peter, to come back for me someday!"
She said, "Remember, Peter, to come back for me someday!"
When Peter was a young man, a young man was he,
He came upon a fairy and flew across the sea.
He came upon a fairy and flew across the sea.
The Neverland Carol
When Peter was a young man, a young man was he,
He came upon a fairy and flew across the sea.
He came upon a fairy and flew across the sea.
On the island where he landed - fair Neverland so green -
There were lost boys and pirates, and he remained a teen.
There were lost boys and pirates, and he remained a teen.
Then Wendy said to Peter, who had her beguiled,
"Peter, won't you come back with me? I cannot stay a child.
Peter, won't you come back with me? I cannot stay a child."
Then Peter flew in anger, in anger flew he.
"You can go ahead and grow up, but you won't be taking me!
You can go ahead and grow up, but you won't be taking me!"
Then up spoke little Tootles in evening's pale gloom,
"But I would like to have my own mother and a home.
But I would like to have my own mother and a home."
So he sprinkled them with dust. As they parted ways,
She said, "Remember, Peter, to come back for me someday!"
She said, "Remember, Peter, to come back for me someday!"
When Peter was a young man, a young man was he,
He came upon a fairy and flew across the sea.
He came upon a fairy and flew across the sea.
Where Has All the Pipe-Weed Gone? (Where Have All the Flowers Gone, Pete Seeger / Joe Hickerson)
I wrote this one a while back and wasn't going to post it because, as you can see if you are familiar with Where Have All the Flowers Gone?, I didn't change much. But then I figured... Eh, why not?
Where Has All the Pipe-Weed Gone?
Where has all the pipe-weed gone, long time passing?
Where has all the pipe-weed gone, long time ago?
Where has all the pipe-weed gone?
Hobbits made smoke rings, one by one.
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Where have all the hobbits gone, long time passing?
Where have all the hobbits gone, long time ago?
Where have all the hobbits gone?
Chased by Riders, every one.
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Where have all the Riders gone, long time passing?
Where have all the Riders gone, long time ago?
Where have all the Riders gone?
Back to Sauron, every one
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Where's the Dark Lord Sauron gone, long time passing?
Where's the Dark Lord Sauron gone, long time ago?
Where's the Dark Lord Sauron gone?
He's an eye bright as the sun.
Oh, when will he ever learn?
Oh, when will he ever learn?
Where have all the sun's rays gone, long time passing?
Where have all the sun's rays gone, long time ago?
Where have all the sun's rays gone?
Gone to pipe-weed, every one.
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Where has all the pipe-weed gone, long time passing?
Where has all the pipe-weed gone, long time ago?
Where has all the pipe-weed gone?
Hobbits made smoke rings, one by one.
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Where Has All the Pipe-Weed Gone?
Where has all the pipe-weed gone, long time passing?
Where has all the pipe-weed gone, long time ago?
Where has all the pipe-weed gone?
Hobbits made smoke rings, one by one.
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Where have all the hobbits gone, long time passing?
Where have all the hobbits gone, long time ago?
Where have all the hobbits gone?
Chased by Riders, every one.
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Where have all the Riders gone, long time passing?
Where have all the Riders gone, long time ago?
Where have all the Riders gone?
Back to Sauron, every one
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Where's the Dark Lord Sauron gone, long time passing?
Where's the Dark Lord Sauron gone, long time ago?
Where's the Dark Lord Sauron gone?
He's an eye bright as the sun.
Oh, when will he ever learn?
Oh, when will he ever learn?
Where have all the sun's rays gone, long time passing?
Where have all the sun's rays gone, long time ago?
Where have all the sun's rays gone?
Gone to pipe-weed, every one.
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Where has all the pipe-weed gone, long time passing?
Where has all the pipe-weed gone, long time ago?
Where has all the pipe-weed gone?
Hobbits made smoke rings, one by one.
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Tuesday, August 8, 2006
This Band Is Your Band (This Land Is Your Land, Woody Guthrie)
While my parody-writing began with those tributes to Michael Rosenbaum, it wasn't until the evening of the next day that I began this project in earnest, with a particular long-term goal in mind. That was when I happened to see Ain't Got No Home, a documentary about Woody Guthrie.
It was a very well-done program overall, but the one thing that really stuck with me was the fact that during one particularly productive month, he wrote 26 songs in 28 days. "Wow," I thought. "If I could do that, I'd really be able to say I accomplished something this summer." So I decided I would, and I soon determined that since Guthrie had most likely composed original melodies for many, if not all, of those songs, I would write twice as many parodies to try to even the score a little. I'm no Woody Guthrie, but I must say that I do feel I've had a rather productive month...
Anyway, probably no single song in Guthrie's catalog quite captured America's imagination like This Land is Your Land, so I latched onto that one for the grand finale, and I'm dedicating it to Peter, Paul and Mary, who have sung that song to such great effect for so many years and followed in Guthrie's footsteps as folk singers dedicated to social change. Cheers!
This Band is Your Band
This band is your band, this band is my band,
And their blended voices ring out to the sky and
They've inspired the nation's many sons and daughters.
This band was made for you and me.
They're roving ramblers, and they formed in the sixties
When they saw some problems that needed fixing.
They've tried to heal the world with their singing.
This band was made for you and me!
This band is your band, this band is my band,
And their blended voices ring out to the sky and
They've inspired the nation's many sons and daughters.
This band was made for you and me.
Well, when they started, they channeled their singing
To echo Dr. Martin Luther King, but
They have since taken on 'most everything.
This band was made for you and me!
This band is your band, this band is my band,
And their blended voices ring out to the sky and
They've inspired the nation's many sons and daughters.
This band was made for you and me.
There's witty Paul and passionate Peter.
Oh, and soulful Mary... Sure would like to meet her.
Sure would like to thank them for being leaders.
This band was made for you and me!
This band is your band, this band is my band,
And their blended voices ring out to the sky and
They've inspired the nation's many sons and daughters.
This band was made for you and me.
It was a very well-done program overall, but the one thing that really stuck with me was the fact that during one particularly productive month, he wrote 26 songs in 28 days. "Wow," I thought. "If I could do that, I'd really be able to say I accomplished something this summer." So I decided I would, and I soon determined that since Guthrie had most likely composed original melodies for many, if not all, of those songs, I would write twice as many parodies to try to even the score a little. I'm no Woody Guthrie, but I must say that I do feel I've had a rather productive month...
Anyway, probably no single song in Guthrie's catalog quite captured America's imagination like This Land is Your Land, so I latched onto that one for the grand finale, and I'm dedicating it to Peter, Paul and Mary, who have sung that song to such great effect for so many years and followed in Guthrie's footsteps as folk singers dedicated to social change. Cheers!
This Band is Your Band
This band is your band, this band is my band,
And their blended voices ring out to the sky and
They've inspired the nation's many sons and daughters.
This band was made for you and me.
They're roving ramblers, and they formed in the sixties
When they saw some problems that needed fixing.
They've tried to heal the world with their singing.
This band was made for you and me!
This band is your band, this band is my band,
And their blended voices ring out to the sky and
They've inspired the nation's many sons and daughters.
This band was made for you and me.
Well, when they started, they channeled their singing
To echo Dr. Martin Luther King, but
They have since taken on 'most everything.
This band was made for you and me!
This band is your band, this band is my band,
And their blended voices ring out to the sky and
They've inspired the nation's many sons and daughters.
This band was made for you and me.
There's witty Paul and passionate Peter.
Oh, and soulful Mary... Sure would like to meet her.
Sure would like to thank them for being leaders.
This band was made for you and me!
This band is your band, this band is my band,
And their blended voices ring out to the sky and
They've inspired the nation's many sons and daughters.
This band was made for you and me.
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
The Marvelous Boy (The Marvelous Toy, Tom Paxton)
I'm going to see Peter Paul and Mary in two days! Yay! The Marvelous Toy was my cousin's favorite song at one time, and she sang it whenever we went on car trips together. It's probably my favorite part of the video version of their holiday concert, too. I hope they sing it at their concert...
The Marvelous Boy
When he was a wee little lad, full of love and joy,
Young Peter Pan decided he would stay a little boy.
He sprinkled on some fairy dust and thought a happy thought.
And did Peter Pan glance home again? No, he certainly did not!
He can fly like a bird and fight like a knight.
He torments Captain Hook.
He lives in Never-Neverland.
You can find him in the book.
The first time Wendy met him, she admonished in surprise,
"Why, here is a boy who has lost his shadow, and look at how he cries!"
She sewed one foot and then the other, and then she clasped Peter's hand.
"Oh, please," she begged him, "can I join you in Neverland?"
He can fly like a bird and fight like a knight.
He torments Captain Hook.
He lives in Never-Neverland.
You can find him in the book.
She first called John and then called Mike while Tink flung insults with flair.
Then Peter showed the children how to be as light as air.
They started to fly, and though Nana yapped, she was quickly left behind.
Following the second star to the right, Wendy wondered what they'd find.
He can fly like a bird and fight like a knight.
He torments Captain Hook.
He lives in Never-Neverland.
You can find him in the book.
Well, the years go by too quickly, it seems, and when Peter came back one spring,
He scarcely recognized Wendy, who now wore a wedding ring.
His eyes nearly popped right out of his head, and he yowled in misery
Till her young daughter piped up from her bed, "Peter, won't you please take me?"
He can fly like a bird and fight like a knight.
He torments Captain Hook.
He lives in Never-Neverland.
You can find him in the book.
The Marvelous Boy
When he was a wee little lad, full of love and joy,
Young Peter Pan decided he would stay a little boy.
He sprinkled on some fairy dust and thought a happy thought.
And did Peter Pan glance home again? No, he certainly did not!
He can fly like a bird and fight like a knight.
He torments Captain Hook.
He lives in Never-Neverland.
You can find him in the book.
The first time Wendy met him, she admonished in surprise,
"Why, here is a boy who has lost his shadow, and look at how he cries!"
She sewed one foot and then the other, and then she clasped Peter's hand.
"Oh, please," she begged him, "can I join you in Neverland?"
He can fly like a bird and fight like a knight.
He torments Captain Hook.
He lives in Never-Neverland.
You can find him in the book.
She first called John and then called Mike while Tink flung insults with flair.
Then Peter showed the children how to be as light as air.
They started to fly, and though Nana yapped, she was quickly left behind.
Following the second star to the right, Wendy wondered what they'd find.
He can fly like a bird and fight like a knight.
He torments Captain Hook.
He lives in Never-Neverland.
You can find him in the book.
Well, the years go by too quickly, it seems, and when Peter came back one spring,
He scarcely recognized Wendy, who now wore a wedding ring.
His eyes nearly popped right out of his head, and he yowled in misery
Till her young daughter piped up from her bed, "Peter, won't you please take me?"
He can fly like a bird and fight like a knight.
He torments Captain Hook.
He lives in Never-Neverland.
You can find him in the book.
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
I Dig Nuclear Fusion (I Dig Rock and Roll Music, Paul Stookey / Jim Mason / Dave Dixon)
In three days I'm going to see Peter, Paul and Mary. I can't wait! Since I've got them on the brain, here is a parody of I Dig Rock and Roll Music inspired by Spiderman 2.
I Dig Nuclear Fusion
I dig nuclear fusion
And I love to get the chance to play with atoms!
I figure I could cause confusion,
But ethics get in the way.
That Osborn guy annoys me.
He's such a bossy boy.
He bugs me, but hey! He's willing to pay.
I think it's mean that such a genius as I am
Has to pander to him.
But I got a good thing goin',
'Cause I'm certain I see a glimmer.
Lately I've been thinkin'
That I am on the brink, and
My goal's not out of reach at all!
Think I'll have a demonstration,
Show what I can do.
Oops! Unforeseen complications.
Lost my wife, and I'm blue.
Now I have robot arms, see?
I'll admit that they alarm me.
This has been such an awful day!
I dig that Peter Parker.
Yeah, I think that he is one groovy kid.
But I've grown too much darker
To regret what I did.
I got him good and angry.
He'll bring me Spiderman.
Before too long, victory will be mine!
I Dig Nuclear Fusion
I dig nuclear fusion
And I love to get the chance to play with atoms!
I figure I could cause confusion,
But ethics get in the way.
That Osborn guy annoys me.
He's such a bossy boy.
He bugs me, but hey! He's willing to pay.
I think it's mean that such a genius as I am
Has to pander to him.
But I got a good thing goin',
'Cause I'm certain I see a glimmer.
Lately I've been thinkin'
That I am on the brink, and
My goal's not out of reach at all!
Think I'll have a demonstration,
Show what I can do.
Oops! Unforeseen complications.
Lost my wife, and I'm blue.
Now I have robot arms, see?
I'll admit that they alarm me.
This has been such an awful day!
I dig that Peter Parker.
Yeah, I think that he is one groovy kid.
But I've grown too much darker
To regret what I did.
I got him good and angry.
He'll bring me Spiderman.
Before too long, victory will be mine!
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