A Discordian Children's Verse

"...And there I was one morn,
a-stargazin' true,
as one would normally do
in the late hours of noon.

And Lo! As if by a ray
from the dark of a grey day,
I was struck down
with inspiration.

I ask You oh Discordia,
for am I Immortal?
Or will you be awful
to not call me a Loon?

A Lark, a leon,
alight, oh night feather!
A spark to the right
is sure like the weather!

a mark of time pass
burns bright as the Truth.
Turns as the Yuletide
to steal Our youth.

Is this like the dark, then,
or a shark to the mark?
or maybe my Bark
shines brighter today.

Spare me! Oh father,
for light brightens the way.
And whence will you come,
crash running today?

By and far sooner than
the Quark that burns stark?
Throw this fnord home then
and dance backward this way!..."

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