Lyrics:
Through dark and dusty lands afar,
By light of moon, and shine of star,
We search the stores, the shops, the merchants!
A lack of fruity ice is no mere deterrent!
For, it has been written! It has been sung!
That on no mere shelf or low tier rung.
A dessert , so sweet, it brightens the eyes!
But, we’ve all been searching most of our lives!
So, grab up your pack! Forget not your spoon! To compass in hand, your attention attune!
For there is no honor so high, no quest so urgent, As this, our search, for the grand Herbert’s sherbet!
Lyrics:
From the heights of the hills,
To the depths of sea,
No shorts nor undies,
Are safe from these thieves.
So, be cautious and be careful,
But, be not so fearful.
For these nefarious thieves,
Shall never steal your briefs!
Swift they fly, in haste they try!
To rapture away, the whities so sly!
But, we are too clever, they can never dream,
For our undies are safe in the washing machine!
Lyrics:
To all those nearby and all around,
Where such good noodles abound,
Take caution and best ye take heed,
For certain monstrosities have need.
Their hunger? Unrelenting.
Determination? Unyielding.
To abate their terrifying gaze,
A very full plate you should be wielding.
So beware and be wise,
And leave not your dinner unsupervised,
For a horror of old shall consume the whole bowl,
And if hunger remains, NEXT UP IS YOUR SOUL!
We venture on, so give us your pity,
As we enter with dread, this nameless city.
And as we stumble on, it gnaws at my head,
The legends of old, the haunting words said,
That is not dead,
Which can eternal lie,
And with strange eons,
Even death may die.
And we shall never die.
Never die.
Out on the far reaches,
On the borders of time,
If you're persistent and dedicated,
A hidden realm you might find.
Its nature, quite shrouded.
And its purpose unknown.
But for the well worn traveler,
It could easily become home.
So, embark if you now will,
Across void and star lit space,
The city beckons you now,
To seek out this expanse and your place.
Time is wasting now, so go!
Keep on your guard, as you never quite know,
Everything is never, quite as it seems,
Especially now, in the city of dreams.
The world, it keeps on spinning.
The cosmos, ever expanding,
But for us, troubadours to the stars,
Our people are never that far.
We keep on searching.
Ever reaching.
Never sleeping.
Always dreaming