Cavern

Your time is near, the mission's clear It's later than we think Before you slip into the night You'll want something to drink Steal away before the dawn, and Bring us back good news But if you've 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 Satan's 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 maiden's gargoyle tooth Demented me with fire I drifted where the current chose Afloat upon my back And if perchance a newt slimed by I'd 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 cavern's musty grime Appeared within my palm I snatched Rick's 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