Lookout Saviors

Liven the corridors and arange for an Italian banquet

Open the candied yams and point toward the likeness of the Queen’s boutique
The willows and their wives are coming. The makeup artists told me to keep an eye out for ‘em, and to which I was never doubtful, I still had doubts
But.
But….
The willows and their wives are coming
Let’s throw a parade for them.
I mean, I want to participate, and maybe down some cheap cherry pie
And float the floats to the finish with the rest of the bear hug carriers and jelly and licorice treats


But, let’s throw a parade for them…and never doubt them coming, even if they don’t
Even in the trenchy muds
Even in the pools of saccharin and fake chlorine, there is some waiting
Here comes the waiting, laced in an A+

But now here come the willows, and don’t forget their wives
It’s rejuvenation
They’re in time for the parade