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Twas a cold, cold night in the woods of Ohio,
Jerry was a tinkerin with steel and crystal filled with JWB
Whilst drawing on a handmade puro
Inpiration came like the kick of a burro
From out of the cold, Northern yonder, with INFInite wisdom
From the man who started forging, shaping and grinding alone in a quaint cabin in the woods,
Rides South on a steed to the new warm home
Only a few souls have seen it
And fewer, fondled it
Lock up the children and Hide the women,
Into town rides a knight.
Into town rides ..the last Knight
With its tip so pointy
And teeth so toothy
This Knight not just rides, but FLYS
Behold, .. I present to you
The long awaited for
The Flying
Mother
Of
All
Silent
Knights
Jerry was a tinkerin with steel and crystal filled with JWB
Whilst drawing on a handmade puro
Inpiration came like the kick of a burro
From out of the cold, Northern yonder, with INFInite wisdom
From the man who started forging, shaping and grinding alone in a quaint cabin in the woods,
Rides South on a steed to the new warm home
Only a few souls have seen it
And fewer, fondled it
Lock up the children and Hide the women,
Into town rides a knight.
Into town rides ..the last Knight
With its tip so pointy
And teeth so toothy
This Knight not just rides, but FLYS
Behold, .. I present to you
The long awaited for
The Flying
Mother
Of
All
Silent
Knights
