Cavern - Phish

Your time is near, the mission’s clear

It’s later than we think

Before you slip into the night

You’ll want something to drink

Steal away before the dawn, and

Bring us back good news

But if you’ve tread in primal soup

Please wipe it from your shoes

Just then a porthole pirate

Scourged the evening with his cry

And sanctuary bugs deprived

The monkey of its thigh

A dust arose and clogged my nose

Before I could blink twice

Despite the stuff that bubbled up

I gave some last advice:

The flesh from Satan’s dogs

Will make the rudiments of gruel

Deduct the carrots from your pay

You worthless swampy fool

Exploding then through fields and fen

And swimming in the mire

The septic maiden’s gargoyle tooth

Demented me with fire

I drifted where the current chose

Afloat upon my back

And if perchance a newt slimed by

I’d stuff it in my sack

Soon I felt a bubble form, Somewhere below my skin

But with handy spine of hedgehog

I removed the force within

Suzie then removed her mask

And caused a mighty stir

The angry mob responded

Taking turns at grabbing her

The foggy cavern’s musty grime

Appeared within my palm

I snatched Rick’s fork to scrape it off

With deadly icy calm

The crowd meanwhile had taken Sue

And used her like a rag

To mop the slime from where the slug

Had slithered with the bag

In summing up, the moral seems

A little bit obscure…

Give the director a serpent deflector

A mudrat detector, a ribbon reflector

A cushion convector, a picture of nectar

A virile dissector, a hormone collector

Whatever you do take care of your shoes