be kind to your hoof-footed friends,
for a 'zerk could be somebody's mother.
It lives on the edge of Moonglow,
where the weather is always damp.
You may think that this is the end,
Well it is, but to prove we're all liars,
We're going to sing it again,
Only this time we'll sing a little higher.
(see what several hours without Siege does to me?!?!)