These are your biddings:
Seems like it's do it or die
So do read them dearly
When you've learnt them be wis that you eat them up
They're sunderly sweetened with burgundy, ice pops, and rye
Twelve sheets eight by thirteen, don't ask me why
We hit the orwold!
Right when the dograin comes in
Our plots showed no rainfall
All the knaves were saddened by this happening
Trust in the weather to bless the man with the scythes!
Who gives birth to more bower hands, don't ask me why
Fifteen was chosen since he was so dumb
Seven since he was so blind
I got the chore since I was so mean
While somehow coming off as kind
Drifting about through the bloomcole trees
With a bloomcole ear for the birds
The footmen all gathered what feelings they had
And this is the loud that they heard
[Break]
Back in headfarthings, cocky foredeemings are made!
Thread under "worthless"
(That should give you its main stand of nodding)
It's all so bamboozling
What with pythons and then deadly flies?!
But to them it's a night out, don't ask me why
Thirteen was chosen on grounds of his luck
Eleven on grounds of his feet
One got written up from outstanding pluck
Another since he was so whist
Roaming about through the blasted salt swamps
With a blasted salt eye on the stripes
The footmen all gathered what feelings they had
And this is the loud that they heard
[Break]
BACK IN BLIGHTY WAST THERE THOU
THERE WERE MILKMEN EVERY MORNING
BUT THOSE ENDLESS SHINY TREES
NEVER WONT TO BE THAT WAY
[over and over as it fades]