Author's Note: Thanks to Myitt for inspiration!
Swallow, swallow, swallow, swallow, swallow the truths we suggest…
Hollow, hollow, hollow, hollow, hollow minds: simply the best.
Wallow, wallow, wallow, wallow in ignorance? Sure.
Follow the road of indeterminate color-wait, what's color?
We're off to see the Giver, the wonderful giver of thoughts.
We don't have clues about the past, but that doesn't bother us lots
If we were the type that believed in "oughts", we wouldn't give people we didn't like shots
Because that kind of thing gives records blots…
But it's okay if everyone's mind rots!
We're off to the assignments, the thrilling assignments of Twelves.
We hope that they will do a productive job, the clever young elves.
But if they don't that won't disturb the peace, we can easily arrange for release
And hopefully any problems will cease…
Outdated morals are aside on the shelves!