But a flipside there was
To the rising wave of heat
Which to the bonds
Of Tykyn Tykyn beat
Didst begin to work
On eating through them
So a smile flickered
At the corner of his mouth
Aye the strodinaire
Yes he would rise
And rise him soon
"C'mon heat, do your thing so I can gain my freedom and make Friday pay."
Only not so easy
No not like a snapping
A snapping fingers
And wham kablam
Yes here I am
To save the day
There ain't no way
You'll get away with this
Though had he but looked
Rather than wait
For the good of his freedom
He'd have seen
The very beginnings
Of something worser bad
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