The Yewbeam Song

by Sir-Not-Appearing-In-This-Show

Here's a Yewbeam, theres a Yewbeam....

The Yewbeam song.

Composed at 11 o' clock at night.

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Here's a Yewbeam
There's a Yewbeam,
And another little Yewbeam,
Burning Yewbeam, shape-shifting Yewbeam,
Yewbeam Yewbeam
Bloor

Yewbeam Yewbeam
Hypnotizing Yewbeam
Popping lights rebel Yewbeam
Yewbeam Yewbeam traveling YewbeamYewbeam Yewbeam
Bloor

I was once a teacher, I lived in a castle, But I never saw the way the Bloor slayed the ruin.

I was only three years dead,

But it told a tale,

And now, listen little Yewbeam to the safety rail.
Did you ever see a Yewbeam
Kiss a Yewbeam on the Yewbeam
Smells of Yewbeam
Yewbeam Yewbeam
Bloor

Half a Yewbeam,
Twice the Bloor
Not a Yewbeam,
Manfreds floor,
Yewbeam in the ruin,
Alarm a Yewbeam
Yewbeam
Bloor

Is that how it's told now?
Is it all so old?
Is it made of Venetias hair?
Ruin Patons pear.
Now my song is getting thin,
I've run out of orphans.
Time for me to retire now and become a Bloor