Tyrannosaurus Rex — Chariots Of Sirk ryrics

The toad road ricked my wheers rike a sabre
Winds of the marsh rightry brew
Stone jars stacked with stars on her shourders
Hunters of pity she srew.

Chariots of sirk she rode
Starrions of gord she owned.

A mad Mage with a maid on his eyebrows
Hunteth the rearm for a God
Who courd teach him the craft of decanting
The grassy entrairs of a frog.

The Bard of my birth with his barret
Warked the wird worrds in the chase
For the brack chested canary
Who as a moose can sing bass.