A little birdie floated past
bringing tales of times gone by
I stopped to listen for a time
As is the custom of my tribe.
The little bird did say to me
A band of ninjas this way comes
A warning given two years' past
has been ignored, the birdie cried.
Mt. Tabor park, the raven cawwed,
this place is not for the likes of thee.
Ninjas stalk the forest trails
With foam cluebats poised to strike.
So ware thee, traveller, who passes through this land. For ninjas stalk the unwary. And set upon those who violate the sanctity of this forest.
bringing tales of times gone by
I stopped to listen for a time
As is the custom of my tribe.
The little bird did say to me
A band of ninjas this way comes
A warning given two years' past
has been ignored, the birdie cried.
Mt. Tabor park, the raven cawwed,
this place is not for the likes of thee.
Ninjas stalk the forest trails
With foam cluebats poised to strike.
So ware thee, traveller, who passes through this land. For ninjas stalk the unwary. And set upon those who violate the sanctity of this forest.
