TEA IS SERVED!

Dogma’s sweet humming breaks through the splog
and speaks to you as you stand in the fog:

Oh my, oh my, do I spy,
a little quaky leaf in the sky?

Lots of twigs for me to assemble,
just wait, I’ve got a skeleton knitted on a thimble.

Here! Yes here! Try this on,
it suits you in all my skeleton throng.

Oh and drink this delicious cosmic tea,
and whatever you do, don’t listen to that Skellie Bee!