Fire, stone and mighty loincloth
Upon this tidy mess of mold and rot
Spin me a tale of woe and unicorn a prance
Of death and pestilence and a gold embroidered lance!
With this staff o’mine
And this oh so mysterious sign
Summon forth, I shall
The likeness of the dear computer Hal!
Oh, Runic sigil
Oh, guardian tempered ill
Be my guarding guide
And don’t ever leave my side
Ice, shoal and sandals worn
Stinky socks and vampire parts and don’t forget the buttered corn!
This loincloth shall I forever revere
In this alchemized aromatized career
So stand back all ye fools
My vengeance wrought cool
Will strike with shiny allure
And my inner child shall sing you no cure
Cackle, shout and gobblededook!
I might be quite a spook!
So fear for your lives
And run before another spell I contrive!