Sadly but sadly
Tykyn knew as not
But what to say
To calm the boy
So some reluctantly
He said him not a thing
And waited for his calm
To soon come along
Thus he screamed
And screamed again
Lost in a panic
That soon began
To cause around him
Bad bad things
Like the rising of a heat
That hit like a wave
And but knocked over
Poor helpess Tykyn himself
As if naught he was
Of any consequence
"No! Stop son, please, calm down, this won't do any good."
But he was lost beyond any hope of reasoning by such feeble means that Tykyn could muster. He needed the help of something, no, someone more. His brother Tommy, lost to consciousness and the key to saving them all.
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