Again I write in my book of pearls
I write a garden on the page,
Birds, butterflies, and suddenly an orchard!
And next a blood red sun.
I didn't write the orchard, or the blood red sun.
If I did not write them. Who did?
Quickly I write a fluffy white cloud, behind it is?
A black creepy shape. Well come on creepy black thing,
I'm ready for you.
The Cast Chant
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Creepy, creepy black thing,
Swish, swish and away with you.
Creepy, creepy black thing,
Swish, swish and away with you!
Damn and blast!! Away with you!!
Tushie 1995
(From my play)
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