Something New

1. behind the graves of men deceased,
lie piles of refuse grimed with grease.
forsaken rubbish rests in peace
until we raid the gadget feast.
tarnished chalkboards, coppersoppns,
wrinkly, crinkly, rotting prunes,
a pool cue makes a great harpoon-
oh, what a lovely afternoon!
a treasure trove of pranks to play-
who'd go and toss this stuff a way?

2. Rock-a-bye baby, in the tree top,
hope you dont tumble; its quite a drop.
what are you doing trying to fly?
you'll soar and you'll sail,
til you fall down and die.

3. off we take our guests to see
a tour of pure insanity;
we'll shock these famous VIPs
'til they're about to crack--
thes unsuspecting visitors
have no idea we're saboteurs
they'll see a town of crazy curs
and never dare come back!

4. a shame they missed our best cuisine:
cockrach a' la lim a beans!
still, a brilliant range of greens
is spread across their faces.
they surely wont be coming back
after such a crawly snack.
we'll keep our junkyard; they'll unpack
their lives in other places.

5. so it goes, our tourists' woes
turned them into nod's limbs' foes!
they'd rather lose their pinkie toes
than come to town again.
the Gadget Graveyard's choice debris
shall stand in perpetuity,
and knightleigh's plan will only be
the inn that might have been.

6. beyond the plots where dead men dcwell,
we'll dance upon the gadget swell--
here's to the junk that serves us well!
and down with knightleigh's new hotel!
it's better than we could expect--
syrup-covered, pigeon-pecked,
and knightleigh never did suspect
the terror that we could inject.
what laughs, what fun, what tours we run!
what pranking! now our battle's won!

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