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The Bluesmith Chronicals - Volume 1

*******************This one was made to be goofy************************

Once ago in a magical land
there was a man who works with his hands
he's always working with all his might
hes always working through day and night

Finally one day, a challenge arose
that took the bluesmith up to his toes
Earlier that day a man came to town
Who never seemed to smile But always frown
The man looked nice, his hair was all slick
but he had dreams of a house made with blue bricks

This was a challenge, ol' blue'y could not refuse
so he jumped to his anvil, as soon as he heard the news
He started by summoning his dragon named Fred
Who laid the foundation, the start, and the bed

With no time to waste
He acted in haste
Hung the dragon by a noose
and called for his moose

The moose wouldn't help
he just screwed around
so he loaded his gun
and he put the moose down

The bluesmith then said "I'll start this show"
and fire flew from his fingertips
as he combed back his fro

He took one step, planted his foot in the sand
Took off his gloves and began to wave his hands
The citizens stared in awe and all
as the building finished itself and placed the roof on the walls

On this day, the task was done
and blue'y said "I've had my fun"
the man then exclaimed "This house sure is nice
If only we could get rid of the mice..."

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