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Out they hobbled on three legs
The not so mighty Dogs
While all around them in overdrive
Flew the mighty Eagles

First quarter gone, the dogs howled
To be beaten oh so bad
The Eagles screeched a mighty war cry
Through the posts one, two, three

Come half time the Dogs crawled off
A shameful sight to see
The supporters moaned, held their heads
And wished they were not there

Three quarter time, oh woe, oh woe
It was ever so sad a sight
The Eagles sitting on Doggies backs
And pecking out their eyes

If you think that was bad
At full time all went wrong
The poor Dogs they were carried off
To the booing of the crowd

Round and round the Eagles flew
Their victory so complete
Shoulders back and heads held high
Their supporters screaming bliss

Reaching high into the sky
As if to try for heaven
Stood there, watched untold
For how many centuries
What could you tell
Of things you've seen
Beneath wide spread boughs
Of things that have lived there
Or homes upon you made
Now man comes to chop you down
And end your life forever

Day 3

The sky covered with dark angry clouds that appear to be ready to open up and drown the country side. Every now and then there was a flicker of lightning over the sea. That the lightning was over the sea was a bad omen. Storms from that direction were unusually severe. It was very rare that they came from there but when they did devastation could easily follow. The last one was before Mara was born and Ewald was busy telling anyone who was unfortunate to be within his range all about the damage that was caused.

Mara decided that it might be best to get the animals loaded into the Kra. The men were sent up into the hills to bring down the cows and the oxen. Women were sent to gather the sheep and goats. Even the children were sent to gather the chickens, ducks, and other various fowls that were kept.

It wasn't too long before the men were seen in the distance driving the cows down. It appeared that the cows were none too happy having their routine interrupted and especially their pleasant grazing. They managed to stow the cows away safely and headed back for the oxen. Now the oxen would be a different matter all together. They were used for working purposes, like hauling logs, rocks, etc. and would not give them any trouble.

Meanwhile the women had turned up with the sheep. They were milling around and as sheep are wont to do were just about climbing over each other. Once they managed to get a few into the Kra the rest were happy to follow. Goats were a totally different story. For some reason the goats were a bit spooked and were playing up. Annegret lost some concentration and did not see the goat behind her. Next thing she was sailing through the air and landed with a heavy thud.

She was up and cursing that goat swearing that if she caught it it would end up in her pot. When she realised that everyone around her was roaring with laughter she calmed down and looked a bit sheepish. Even the men who had gone to get the oxen had returned just in time to see Annegret fly through the air. For many years after when people gathered for drinks they would discuss the day Annegret flew like a duck.

The children brought all the chickens and ducks and they were all stowed away along with other various assorted fowls. The roosters were a bit of a problem at first but when their girls disappeared into the Kra they meekly followed, after all, what is a rooster without his girls. The pigs were the easiest to load up. They were happy to follow the trail of food into the Kra.

Just as they finished loading up the last animal the skies opened up and the rain gushed down as if it was a waterfall. Seeing that they were all in the Kra, Mara decided it might be best to stay there for the night. All night the Kra shook as the ferocious storm raged outside. It was a long and anxious night. Finally when dawn arrived the storm seemed to abate and finally stopped. When they stepped outside they could not believe what met their eyes.

This narrow path, rocky and steep
So hard to travel on
Legs aching and feet so sore
They're all covered in blisters

I look to the left and a highway I see
So wide, smooth, and inviting
Tempted I am to jump across
To ease my journey slightly

But then I think, let's wait and see
This next hill I'll be climing
I wonder if the other side
Will show me what's awaiting

The crest I reach and there below
A massive gate, the entrance into Heaven
Angels dancing all around
And echoes of their rejoicing

I look to see the highway's end
Disappearing in a crevice
Sulphur fumes and flames shoot out
And the wail of souls tormented

How glad and blessed I am
That narrow path I stayed with
For now the journey's end I've reached
And celebrating in Heaven

I gathered my love, my hopes, my dreams
Together I placed them in a bottle
This bottle tightly I did seal
And threw it in the ocean
This love I send out to thee
My hopes go along with it
And all my dreams for you to see
Of where my heart is leading
Pray these currents ever true
Take this bottle straight to you

All well, quiet night
He wrote as the report
The truth was so much different from
Those few words written there
First there is Marybelle
A lady of forty three
The term lady to use here
Is meant quite jokingly
Marybelle in frilly knickers
Short, short skirts and tees
Built like a long distance trucker
Including the bushy beard
Hairy legs like orangutan
And hairy chest to match it
To refer to her as him
Would bring anger quickly
So we all play along
Makes living a bit easier
Next is Trisha, she is a she
This is most assured
Lifts her skirt, says looky, looky
Come feed my little beaver
This beaver is so ravenous
Would eat all in sight
Should have a sign hang at entrance
Beware all ye who enter here
Tis a chance you might not survive
The encounter with our Trisha
Then there is Robin
We're not sure as to what it is
By name it could be either
As wide as high, so much fat
It just keeps on eating
Food must be locked up all time
It prowls in midst of night
To seek a snack or two or three or more
It seeks to keep on eating
Should you leave anything around
That's the last you'll be seeing it
Next is Robert, he looks fine
But never shake his hand
All day long he plays pocket billiards
Keeps a tight grip on his friend
Sings silly songs like, Tugboat Annie
Or heave ho tug away we go
Women complain when they see his antics
But he can't really help it
Last of all is Abduhl Maheer
Camel driver from Central Australia
Tall and wiry, bald with whiskers
Actually he's really from Sydney
Dreams of driving camels outback
Along the Gunbarrel Highway
What he sees looking out of mirror
Is an Arab, short and swarthy
So all well will read the report
As well as things can be

I think I'm seeing things
I must be hallucinating
I see a hand on the road
Not attached to anything
Finger stuck up in the air
A gesture quite so rude
What is this hand doing here
And why is it rudely pointing
Over I walk to pick it up
But quickly it runs away
Is this a hoax or movie stunt
Around I look for cameras
Nothing there, it all seems fine
Yet the hand is still around
This time it makes a hollow fist
And rudely moves around
Slowly I took of my coat
Pretended to be indifferent
With one quick flick
I flung it over this rotten hand
Got you now, you rude mongrel
Wrapped him tightly in my coat
If you're the owner of this hand
To have it back you're welcome
To find me you will know how
But a finder's fee I'll expect

I have walked through the woods and seen the light
This light by which the Woodgoreth scented blooms
And none which dare to treadeth within this might
To risk all on this weary night where none but death looms
The Woodgoreth scented bloom where men face insanity
And crawl beneath the earth to hide under roots
Once again the message goes forth, to seek humanity
But none are found, you shall know them by their fruit
As to who or why and what or when
These are questions that all are awaiting
For here or there not only now and then
To these questions the answers are relating

To leave or not to leave
This question you be asking
Let's raise our glasses
And toast the past
And drink til we be merry
Tomorrow when we awake
Let's leave this place together

In the icy wastes of my mind
Where the blackness freezes the soul
And the screams pierce like shards of ice
There I reside wrapped in morbidity
Utter misery my only companion
Even my own company I try to shun
For I dislike, nay hate myself intensely
I would if I could leave myself behind
To shed this wretched skin
Then fly so high into sun's bright light
Where I will burst into furnace fire
To burn til every last vestige has been destroyed
And even the memory of me has passed away

You who condemn us and sentence us to death
Do you even know us or our soul's intent
No longer do we live under law of Moses
But by God's Grace all has been forgiven
Not just forgiven but we've been justified
So lift your head out of sin, doom and gloom
To twirl and dance with the joy of Grace
And into the presence of the Father we come

Now surely you remember my dog Rover
The one who spoke so very well
This time he taught me to play 'roll over'
But now a sad tale I have to tell
Of how this clever dog left me
There was a day the government came
We need your dog far across the sea
As ambassador he will find his fame
A dog so clever will divert this war
With words he has this special way
No matter how I pleaded or swore
They took him away on that day
So now I sit and talk to myself
But the answers are rather boring
I feel like I've been left on the shelf
While Rover his life is soaring