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Rolling Stones

Once upon a time in the lands from the north, south, east to west    
Navigating on the cold white sands formed of sugar and ice        
Crest be blessed with gold, and silver, the sunset and the conquest
Exhibition, take the express to the crow’s nest for a price             

A Shiver me timbers, iron and rattlesnakes 
And not anyone’s fault, it’s that the earth shakes
A bridge to nowhere, a blue ridge, all this mileage
A reservoir fountain with the big horn mines
A circle near the right mountain, with all the big pines
A point on inspiration, it is time for a vacation 
Ahoy me hearties! booty and adventure be awaiting  
Avast ye, either be invigorating or humiliating

Blimey! When me go on account, the first voyage must have had the black spot
Lookout! Snowflakes, the many aches, no breaks all caught up in a knot
Sink me, this scuttle almost feed the fish by dancing with Rumpelstiltskin
Thar she blows! The woes, these foes, the ninja squirrels with a rotating shuriken
Did a spin, hit me toe, flow like an arrow sparrow superman into the sand 
Lost the wind, glitter, shadow, entered the world of wonderland

Here’s a story. Went down switch, heard a high pitch, then collided with an oread
Now this man-o-war of a husband showed up with his javelins 
Desirin' me an ironclad for this old salt looked seriously mad
He might as well had been the ole British armada with all those cannons
Me apologies governor n beauty and I bead thee Farwell
Wishin' nah to dance the hempen jig, I paddled out of thar like hell 
Marooned, where was I? Lost me ship o’ thought
Me report, an elfin dry seaport. Shipshape, I almost forgot


So, ergo, take action cap’n, anchor the ships in the dark oceans
Now ye be abandoning them, they be of no use in these canyons             
Oh, ready yourselves for the thriller, let this journey begin 
Winner of champions, lads and lassies, lift those chins and grin

Put on a board or two keep yourself afloat 
Insert a stick or two to row your boat 
Really, in these white sands, few mates’ skins will shiver
Assured the best advice is to get out of the river 
Take note ye could use yer hands for oars
Eye, for the cold I’m told use a coat or go indoors 

But the landlubbers’ parley and do nah take a chance
With the comfort of old Cap Morgan and they stay afar 
Show a leg if ye come about, buccaneer. Take a stance 
Host the Jolly Roger and steer the bull wheel off the sandbar

Thar a treasure map jeers at all travelers and mountaineers
Wit’ bein’ dragons and gunslingers and Calamity Janes 
Myths and legends the maddening Blackbeard’s terrains 
Fire in the hole and gather ye wits, give no quarter to ye fears 
Heave ho ye sea legs and strap in thee gear 
Handsomely stampede into the locker of Davy Jones 
Be the one who owns, an Olympian in these zones  
Or just safely relax in a rubber tube by a Christmas tree waiting for reindeer

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