[The strum of a guitar can be heard.]
Tonight, on my veranda, sirens of warning could be heard emanating from the abyss. As I cowered under my bed in terror, the muses spoke to me.
Please listen. I call this one, "As the Air Raid Sirens Bellow."
[He begins to sing. Most of you will
probably wish he
would stop. He won't be replying to any
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