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"IKurt's coat annoyed his brothers/I"

"IBut what makes us mad

Are the things that Kurt tells us of the dreams he's often had /I,"

"II dreamed that in the fields one day, the corn gave me a sign

Your eleven sheaves of corn all turned and bowed to mine

My sheaf was quite a sight to see, a golden sheaf and tall

Yours were green and second-rate and really rather small. /I"

"Ahem," Jamie piped up. "The Authoress wishes it known that it wouldn't've been corn in ancient Israel. Corn was just being domesticated in the Yucatan, and what the Israelites would have had would've been something like wheat or barley or lentils. She's a stickler for accuraccy."

"IThis is not the kind of thing we brothers like to hear

It seems to us that Kurt and his dreams should disappear/I." The boys grinned evilly.

"II dreamed I saw eleven stars, the sun and moon and sky

Bowing down before my star, it made me wonder why

Could it be that I was born for higher things than you?

A post in someone's government, a ministry or two/I"

"Oh, don't get such a swelled head, fuzzy. Arrogance is unbecoming," Pietro advised.

"Pot? This is kettle, you're black," Kurt retorted. "Neener neener neener...I look way more handsome..."

"Can't kill Kurt, Jean would kill me...can't kill Kurt, Jean would kill me," Scott muttered under his breath.

"IThe dreams of our dear brother are the decade's biggest yawn

His talk of stars and golden sheaves is just a load of corn

Not only is he tactless but he's also rather dim /I,"

"If stupidity were money, he'd be Donald Trump," Pietro quipped.

"I For there's eleven of us and there's only one of him

The dreams of course will not come true

That is, we think they won't come true

That is, we hope they won't come true

What if he's right all along?

The dreams are more than crystal clear, the writing on the wall

Means that Kurt some day soon will rise above us all

The accuracy of the dreams we brothers do not know

But one thing we are sure about -- the dreamer has to go/I"

scene changes to a field with sheep in the distance

While Kurt played with the sheep, the guys plotted.

"INext day, far from home, the brothers planned the repulsive crime /I"

"ILet us grab him now, do him in, while we've got the time/I"

"IThis they did and made the most of it

Tore his coat and flung him in a pit/I" Callisto sang as the guys did just that.

"Hey! You didn't have to throw me so hard...my butt hurts...ow...so does my tail..."

"ILet us leave him here, all alone, and he's bound to die/I"

"Oh, yeah, really feeling the love here," Kurt muttered sarcastically.

"IWhen some Ishmaelites, a hairy crew, came riding by

In a flash the brothers changed their plan /I"

Victor, Logan, and Nick Fury show up.

"I We need cash! Let's sell him if we can /I"

Tabby, Scaleface, Amara, and Rogue, dressed in desert maiden outfits, come out and join Callisto.

"I Poor poor Kurt, what'cha gonna do?

Things look bad for you, hey, what'cha gonna do/I"

"ICould you use a slave, you hairy bunch of Ishmaelites?

Young, strong, well-behaved, going cheap and he reads and writes/I"

Callisto pushed the other girls out of the way. "IIn a trice the dirty deed was done

Silver coins for Magsy's favorite son

Then the Ishmaelites galloped off with a slave in tow

Off to Egypt where Kurt was not too keen to go

It wouldn't be a picnic he could tell /I"

"IAnd I don't speak Egyptian very well/I" Kurt complained, and Victor, Nick, and Logan groaned.

"I Next, Kurt's brothers tore his precious multi-colored coat

Having ripped it up, they next attacked a passing goat

Soon the wretched creature was no more

They dipped his coat in blood and guts and gore

Oh now brothers, how low can you stoop?

You make a sordid group, hey, how low can you stoop?

Poor poor Kurt, sold to be a slave

Situation's grave, hey, sold to be a slave./I"

"They didn't really harm a goat, did they?" Kitty looked squeamish.

"No, it was fake blood and a sack crudely sewn to look like a goat," Todd explained. "The Authoress likes goats. They're intelligent and sadistic, just like her."

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