You have found this sanctum sanctorem, o penitent seeker. Herein you may find the script for an Injoke song, a sect of Hare-Klein-Afarianism. Mr. Cianchette and Mr. Gyngell reportedly wrote this while in the throes of a drug-induced haze.
WALKIN' IN A SANSKRIT WONDERLAND
(to the tune of "Walkin' In a Winter Wonderland")
Here in Gorham, we are cryin',
Cause AJ didn't get the Irene Ryan -
We don't know why,
He's a real nice guy -
Walkin' in a Sanskrit wonderland.
In the ashram, Assunta's pining,
By her side, Antonya's whining -
Behind the puppet screen,
The hermits yell and scream -
Walkin' in a Sanskrit wonderland.
In the palace, periaktois are spinnin',
Downstairs our budget's slowly thinnin' -
Jerome has gone home,
The audience still groans,
Walkin' in a Sanskrit wonderland.
Gone away is ACTF,
Here to stay is our set -
The cabaret's still on,
Dave's mind is gone,
And we're still walkin' in a Sanskrit wonderland.
