Sol rite babe, we’re here to rescue you.
Whose we? We’s the bee all and the end all to all the endorphins, and to most of the best of the Beelzebubs.
We all got started by the women in the mangrove and the man on Mayday.
But they like the rest of ’em got swamped and slipped away.
I’ve never met a magician who didn’t have a nervous tic, nor a logician who did.