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Mystery waits for the seeker of tales,
If story be false, reality fails.
Old Mrs. Trinket with avian flock
Learned of a law that came with a shock.

Her rarest of birds was a danger to some,
With feathers all colored and dagger for tongue.
And with it the end of the world was to bring.

Entering a large corridor, Swindlebeast followed Professor Trinket to her office. The echoing halls swallowed them whole as they scurried down a staircase to the cellar below.

Upon reaching her office, Professor Trinket removed a small scroll from her left coat pocket. On it read a series of numerals and shapes that would unlock the doors to the Spectacular Machine. Ruffling her brow and raising a flute to her mouth, Trinket played a vaguely familiar tune and with a long deep breath she began to tell Swindlebeast of his fate yet to come.

She explained that the machine was locked away in the highest tower of the Headmaster's quarters. He was keeping it chained and under guard until his grand showcase to the Board of Education. But ye not be fooled by the shallow plans of man unto a sinister plot. It's the souls of his students he wants to control and for all else to be forgot.

Trinket then told Swindlebeast that he must seek out the wise Monk Key and ask him and his lizard men for help. His sanctuary was just beyond the pine groves and muck hills of the yonder Strange Lands. Shocked by her grand tale, Swindlebeast was petrified and frightened. But knowing his peers were in great peril he took the scroll and made his way to see the Headmaster.

The tallest of tales can be found in dreams,
stories before and after our time.
Peculiar smiles, the windswept machine,
Would happen to stop at the drop of a dime.

Here, Mr. Loon, with his silly flat cap,
Collected a rare and strange artifact.
Observing his prize, he gave it a slap

Making their way through a dark corridor, Mr. Loon and Mrs. Trinket moved slowly forward. Only by candlelight could they see shadows before them that seemed to flicker and dance to suddenly disappear.

They dragged the spectacular machine behind them, edging closer and closer to the end of the tunnel. There was a breath of light exhaling from a short distance, which gave the traveling party hope. As they approached their exit, Mrs. Trinket released her purple kingfisher to observe their trials up ahead. But as they listened to its birdsong echo over the hill, a crack appeared in the ground and began to swallow the land around them.

Running for their lives, our travelers pulled the spectacular machine up the hill to safety. The ground crumbled away at their feet as they watched the valley sink into a river of lava. Moving quickly toward the sound of the kingfisher's song, their destination could be seen unfolding. Their long journey had come to an end, they had arrived at the office of Dr. Swindlebeast.

All a mess in a flowing dress
she's dancing in the rain.
Evil eye in a darkened sky will
know just where you've been.
Only you will know the light while
reading from the tome.
Careful what you write you'll be
imprisoned by the poem.

Wake and now be humble,
only words can tell,
What's the difference from the yonder?
Nothing is and nothing will.

Jump back in a flash,
running on empty.
I've got twenty something problems

Get on in,
Its a black Cadillac.
Its a mean, mean machine,
Its a black Cadillac,
Going for a ride
in a black Cadillac.

Never gonna wanna see me again,

Dreaming away, the burner is on,
we've got a show to play,
the main attraction is a grand display,
open the doors to let the people in to hear the magic,
they've a lot to say, making notions
we are to begin our fabled story of love.

Who are you, who are we?

Verse 1

Taking for granted what is for free.
In all off the worlds you want to be.
I wouldn't stay here,
Even a day,
Go on baby, don't delay.

Incantation

Witch hazel brew, peganum harmala
azurescens, amanita muscaria.
Witch hazel brew, valerian,
biga megwa, in incantatem.

Ut, lytel spere, gif her inne sy!