Originally posted by dwbakerjr
The outlook wasnt pleasant for the Mudville tourists that day,
The temp was 98, as they dreamt of Stormalong Bay.
And the leader of group, a strapping lad name Casey O'doole
Says 'Cmon boys, I know a ride where we can stay nice n cool'.
And as Casey stepped into the row that trailed the others there,
Cool air rushed over Casey's brow, he didnt have a care.
'See boys, I told ya!' Casey spoke, as normal, far too loud.
'Sit back and relax, chums of mine; here comes Casey's crowd'
Perhaps a little too arrogant, perhaps a bit unwise.
Noone in the boat did see the movement in the their eyes.
The dolls are always, oh, so slow, at least until the time
That they move with blazing speed and the silence of a mime.
But at least they choose carefully, the ones that most deserve,
To wear the bright paint and garb; to dance & sing & serve.
So when the ride was over, and all had felt the cool, cool air,
They dis-embarked the SW barge - but Casey wasn't there.
Somewhere in the Happy Place the sun stills shines so bright,
Somewhere music's playing, somewhere hearts are light.
Somewhere children laughing, and somewhere parents call.
But there's much chagrin in Mudville... Casey has become a doll.