Cavern
Your time is near, the mission's clear
It's later than we think
Before you slip into the night,
You'll want some thing to drink
Steal away before the dawn and
Bring us back good news
But if you've tread in primal soup
Pleas wipe it from your shoes
Just then a porthole pirate
Scourged the evening with his cry
And sanctuary bugs deprived
A monkey of its thigh
A dust arose and clogged my nose
Before I could blink twice
Despite the scut that bubbled up
I gave some last advice:
The flesh from satans dogs
Will make the rudiments of gruel
Deduct the carrots from you pay
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