Oh there she stood on the cliffs of orchid
And the mountains did cry her name.
And the flowers came a-cryin' for her passin' did the worst
As she turned her gaze to the sea.

How the wind blew that night
And the window of the voices carried the voice of her grandfather.

And the voice of the old man whispered into her ears, "Do not concern
Yourself with the deep deep blue sea."

She stood on the cliffs and she watched
As the ocean did roll itself into that earthly ball.
Well the crash on the sandy earth we knew not where she wallowed,
But she did not see the essence of the end.

Follow down those steep grimy steps
At the time of a child is at hand.
She descends way on the smile of a nation,
Only to find that she's lost her man to that deep blue horizon of the
Shore.

Can I try some of your biscuits?
Your biscuits are delightful.
Your biscuits are delightful,
They're flakey and they're chew—
Chewy like the raisins you put inside your bread.
And when it comes time for the supper,
You'll be there instead of Fred.

*Interlude*

As she go a-corner she knew she wasn't the (incomprehensible)
Now she's got the calling of the ancient writing on her head.

She's a beauty and she knowed it.
Her man is lost at sea.
With her grandfather away for the night,
She was the shining flea.

The shining flea jumps from man to man,
Giving all it can to inflict disease.
It's the end of a new time a noonish and to a (incomprehensible)

Well that's going to be time as it's going to take approximately forty-five
Hours here past the hour.

Also some other things that we've been a part of have been dismantled by
The society as well and we'll be looking at that later at nine-thirty.

But first up we need sports scores, and sports scores it is; given by our
Favorite sports guru: Sledge Flurson. Sledge?