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Fly

Fear not, oh friend,
But Fly!

Fear not the jet black Krunn,
That some, will claim still live on high.
Drive through the mist,
Fear not the fog,
Fear not the Jah-Ruq,
Nor the Strog,
Fear not the wine dark Sun.

Fear not, I say, for far away,
Golosquith shall appear,
Whose streets so wide sell every kind of rispilite, and ray.
Of frodsham-kite and Brayman's trite,
Of gibbon crisp and alanthist,
Oh Goodness! How can one resist,
The garble fish and lobster-twitch that waft from gore to gore?

If prothel paste is to your taste,
Approach, at night, and make great haste,
To the cavern that belongs to Slade,
A master of this very trade.
Knock thrice! And enter silently..
For in the court, the Krigg may be
Maringing all the while.
Though friendly when in company,
Maringing kriggs can be quite a threat,
When offered opportunity...

The wubious signs that denote unrest,
The ones we are told most commonly suggest,
That a state of maringement has been attained,
Are known but thus far unexplained.

Were you to enter and hear the sound,
Of elk stalks dancing round and round,
Should you smell the wrathsome scent,
Of chilterns, woodruffs, krosks,
And then:
Were you to whirl about and see,
The tell tale froth, that yellowy ghee,
Know well, my friend, that what awaits,
Might send you to that other place,

Think fast then boy, the path is clear,
Let action, courage, conquer fear,
Don't wait or else begin to dread,
A life without your favourite head,
For the Krigg shall kill and eat his fill,
And you should be gone, my boy,
Yes, gone!

Of course, were you to finally choose,
That in life you have quite simply too much to lose,
If you feel as did I that you'd actually flourish,
Writing reams and reams of this utter rubbish,
Then quick, old friend, go! Be a fool!
And off with you to Poetry School,
For after all, even broggs bleed with fear,
When of Slade the Maringing Krigg they do hear.

But think then of the prize.
The prothel plant, so rare, so fine,
Grows only in the Sky.
Were you to fail to take such risks,
Who knows what things might pass you by?
And for that, my boy, I try, yes, I try,
To convince you: grow wings!
And Fly!

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