I am a wild child riding out the storm
I am a wild child, straying from the norm
People are strange I have been told;
but I am the strangest for being so bold.
I ride the crystal ship, my legs dangling
from its underbelly comes a changeling
Strange days we have waiting for the sun.
I seek out the Lizard King for he is the one.
The changeling has become Gloria now
one of its favorites masks from the hall.
We continue our moonlight drive feasting on a bounty in the soul kitchen.
We land our ship and depart.
Someone nearby darts.
"My eyes have seen you!" Please come out.
An unknown soldier does a turnabout.
"I seek the Lizard King. Do you know where he dwells?"
He replies, "Yes, but that's for the Peace Frog to tell."
He points westward with one single digit.
The time to hesitate is through, as we walk through the mire.
Climbing the mountain before us until we can't get any higher.
We find the Peace Frog guarding the door of the Great Hall.
"Welcome friends, one and all."
"Thanks," I reply. "Can we come inside?"
"Do you want break on through to the other side?
"Yes, Here's the thing. I seek out the Lizard King."
"Peace, brother." The doors open just then.
Enter we do as the Frog speaks, "Is everybody in?"