Listen dear friend, I ll bore you not
My story considers the patches not
As starman I landed in this strange land
Many moons ago to notice a band
Their name? FL ! but frosties for me
They had great fun invited me for tea
Till one day I died at their hands
Retired as hermit in the frozen badlands
They build great cities and Inns and shops
They wrote stories and knew all the ropes
Supported the lil ones and stopped lots of grief
But sure they had enemies that harboured some beef
As Captain I sailed and fished and I watched
Till many moons later with them I re-scotched
I turned Mad and still they harboured the fool
I once saw their King turn gold from pure wool
Their names are etched on the wide blue yonder
We few will remember their real wonder
Good bye my friends may the winds be at your back
Jopah, Sir, and Nephie, Sephi, Odo, King and Jack…..