Come and listen to a story 'bout a man named Zev,
Ward in his hand, barely kept his family shed,
Then one dream he was huntin' in the Dread,
Come a blendin' lil' Seer, gonna pain him in the head.
Ward that is...yeller thang, lotsa arms.
Well next thang ya know, Old Zev's as mad as a'mare
The Dreamseer said, "Zev move away from there!"
Said, "Wardin' up the portals ain't the thing I want to see!"
So she blended on thru, thats the way it come to be!
Blend that is.....purty sound, light as air.
Y'all come back now ......ya hear! |
