Dr Dim And Dr Strange - Dr. Strangely Strange

A baker N. Ferrara thought he was composed of butter and durst not sit in

The sun or come near the fire for fear of being melted

He was one of those who do talk with you and seem to be otherwise employed

And to your thinking, very intent and busy

Still that toy runs in their mind, that fear, that suspicion, that abuse

That jealousy, that agony, that vexation, that fiction, that pleasant

Waking dream

Cadman the Minotaur

You’d better lick your lips

The films almost over

They’re only showing clips

The prelate’s on the pig’s back

And he’s running down the hill

The swans turned to sailing ships

The honey’s on the window sills

Projectionist Zhivago

He promptly blows his cool

He models up the spools

There’s a pike in every pool

And that’s for gospel

This is what Dr. Dim has to say:

Keep your eyes peeled, nerves steeled, well heeled in the field X 4

Add age after ion and proverb after life

Sugar-daddy introduced the world and his wife

While revolutions rife in the graveyards

Dr. Strange has this to say: (don't you know?)

Dry throat, hard stew, bitter pill as a rule

Dry brains, hard mind, worse you couldn’t find

He’s a stoker on the mad march steamer

She’s a county chemist and an antique dealer

Dr. Strange has tried the astral tram

Speeds to cure the melancholic man

With a placebo from desperate Dan

And sounded vice to gentisate the fever

He cites a saline purgative for chronic paranoia…

«Keep a cleaner nose than usual

Get in touch with Martin’s lawyer

The cracks of proposal is that

Notice in the corner…»

And this is how it reads folks:

Keep your eyes peeled, nerves steeled, well heeled in the field X 4

To be taken twice at night

The emetic for the blight

To be taken night and day

On an aluminum tray

A pudding with a proof inside: the eating

And this is what Dr. Strange has to say (God bless him):

Dry throat, hard stew, bitter pill as a rule

Dry brains, hard mind, worse you couldn’t find

Oh strangest cure of all

The writing on the wall

To hear the prophets call

From Eden to the fall

There’s nothing there at all, at all X 4