Thetans are people too

'Twas the end of times
And he did wonder:
Doth she strum those amber chords for me?

The waves rose up, all filled with bream
The gulls circled, looking for the skirt of Olympus
Their cries echoing along the length of that sunlit sea.

Pandemonium erupted, and the shepherds tending their flocks
Saw through the dreary haze
A butcher, a baker, a mover, a shaker
Investigative reports

Spectral nightingales performed a mating dance
While far below, a foolish mendicant
Did sup on what seemed to him as the food of gods
Then queried an odoriferous prevaricator as to
The nature of one substance:
This milk is salty and so very sweet
Whence doth it come?

The other smirked and spun forth a mendacious tale
The likes of which no one had heard in many minutes
And though it never reached completion, a stray gull
Flew by and interjected:
You don't know the half of it.

The young in the dale longed for
The young in the dell
Who, in turn, longed for
Some old guy in the mountains
With poor hygiene and a
Goat that wouldn't quit
Said he: O, bitches!
Verily, thou art not shit.

Though no one could understand him
For he had no teeth.