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Filk to Sweet Baby James

I was lost in the doldrums, yet not so deranged.
My dog and my cell phone, my only companions.
I worked in the ho hum, and chewed on raw onions.
Waiting for something, my opinions could change.

As the Andromeda ascended I sat by the boob tube,
Thinking who the hell is that, bring him here.
Closed my eyes and he came to light my fire,
I sent him a poem of being, "Life's Key," did he hear?
As if maybe it would draw him near?

Goodnight my sweetheart, maybe,
Rock-a-bye, Pooky my dear.
Blessing for you are the options I chose,
Won't you come to me soon in my dreams.
And Rock-a-bye, Pooky my dear.

Trapped in the food fight, he was covered in OH OH!
Good point I had no baked beans made in Boston
Should I have used chocolate, he coated in frosting?
With 10 tons of truffles, wondering where did he go?

There is a song that I sing when I take the highway,
A song that I sing when you portray Tyr.
A song that I sing of our home in the sky.
I want to believe as I drift off to sleep.
The visions work just fine for me.

Goodnight my sweetheart, maybe,
Rock-a-bye, Pooky my dear.
Between me and you, all colors, all hues,
Could we sell tickets next year?
And Rock-a-bye, Pooky my dear.

 


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