|Look deep into your and spare a few points.|
These points will be harnessed to uplift those deviants who are in need of motivation and also to fund collaborative projects.
Bart RequiredI asked for his name,
he said namenotrequired.
Even with his fame,
he doesn't grow tired.
He's active, he's sharp
He's as nice as Fred Rogers
As graceful as a harp
yet funny as Duck Dodgers.
He's a flying dutchman,
with long glossy hair.
He's a valiant watchman
giving customer care.
Of this community,
he is the heart
He is a hero,
and his name is Bart.
Peter PanicsPeter flew through the clouded sky.
If he stopped, he would forever die.
For then the pixie dust would stop flowing
Through his blood and would start slowing
His mind causing Neverland and him
To face a very bitter grim.
Hook was right on Peter's tail
With Smee tending to Roger's sail.
The good ol' Cap'n, sword in hand,
Yelled to the boy of Neverland,
"Peter Pan I've got you now.
Your escape, I won't allow!"
But then a flash of light appeared,
Blinding Peter who then feared
The men of white in the room of night
Would, in the darkness, suck out his might
"Breathe, son, Breathe!", a voice demanded
but the boy, Peter, could not be commanded.
With the last of his might, he put up a fight
Jumped of the table feeling this wasn't right
He ran and ran and ran and ran
To as far away as he could and can
And then through a wall of melted sand,
He flew to a new magic land.
If I were InvisibleIf by a mystic power divine
or a crazy scientist's twisted mind,
I turn into an invisible mass,
I wouldn't be seen by those who pass
If I was heard, they'd think I'm a ghost
And run away screaming at the most.
I wouldn't need any cash,
I could take things and then dash.
I wouldn't buy a single ticket
To go to a movie or a match of cricket.
I could move into a giant castle,
Adorned with lots of chimes and tassels.
I'd throw out its rusty ol' king,
And a terror song then I would sing.
What a horror I would then be!
Even the exorcist would flee.
No force on planet earth
Could strip me of my evil mirth.
Then, In a far-off distant age
Filled with madness and a bit of rage,
I would have finally gone insane
And beaten people up with a cane.