Glad To Eat Ya', I Mean Meet

Give Me A Hot Coal Glowing Bright Red, Give Me An Ember Sizzling With Heat, These Are The Jewels Made From My Beak. We Fly Between The Flames And Never Get Singed We Plunge Through The Smoke And Never Cringe. The Secrets Of Fire, Its Strange Winds, Its Rages, We Know It All As It Rampages Through Forests, Through Canyons, Up Hillsides And Down. We Track It. We'll Find It. Take Coals By The Pound. We'll Yarp In The Heart Of The Hottest Flame Then Bring Back Its Coals An Make Them Tame. For We Are The Colliers Brave And Beyond All We Are The Owls Of The Colliering Chaw!

He Didn't Know What He Wanted. He Only Knew What He Didn't Want.

Our Lives Are Just Spectacles. We Are Like Dolls, In A Sense, To Be Observed And Played With - Often With Cruel And Deceitful Intentions - In An Unreal World.

The Tail Of The Comet Slashed The Dawn And In The Red Light Of The Rising Sun, For A Brief Instant, It Seemed As If The Comet Was Bleeding Across The Sky.

We Are The Owls Of The Weather Chaw. We Take It Blistering, We Take It All. Roiling Boiling Gusts, We're The Owls With The Guts. For Blizzards Our Gizzards Dr Tremble With Joy. An Ice Storm, A Gale, How We Love Blinding Hail. We Fly Forward And Backward, Upside Down And Flat. Do We Flinch? Do We Wail? Do We Skitter Or Scutter? No, We Yarp One More Pellet And Fly Straight For The Gutter! Do We Screech? Do We Scream? Do We Gurgle? Take Pause? Not On Your Life! For We Are The Best Of The Best Of The Chaws!