(based on a shared hallucination by Shmootzi the Clod
                   and Mister Ben Wah Bulbous)

The Raven was skewering rats in the attic
With a fish hook he held in his beak.
And suddenly somehow we entered his body
And peering through black eyes
We flew out the window.

Over a field of corn we flew until a dung beetle we spied.
We swooped down upon it and munched on the bug
And out of his body he spewed us.

And through the bright meadow we skipped as we sang,
"Thanx for the ride Mister Raven!"

We stumbled upon an old theater then
Blue as the sky and red lighted within.
We entered and much to our dulcet surprise
There were midgets on pigs with saucers for eyes.
And Shamus the Tentacled Saw Fish was there
Waving his tentacles high in the air.
There were lions and tigers and grizzly bears
Doing cartwheels and back flips in red underwear.

There were ghosts on the stage who appeared to be dancing.
Their movements were fluid and graceful.

And in my peripheral vision I saw
And usher with a fire lit lantern.
I approached and asked him kind sir where we were?
And he looked at us like we were daft.
And said, "Why of course sirs you are home."

                        DN