Saturday, June 6, 2009

A song . . .

In ancient times...
Hundreds of years before the dawn of history
Lived a strange race of people... the Druids
No one knows who they were or what they were doing
But their legacy remains
Hewn into the living curd... Of Cheesehenge


Cheesehenge! Where the demons dwell
Where the banshees live and they do live well
Cheesehenge! Where a man's a man
And the children dance to the Pipes of Pan

Cheesehenge! 'Tis a magic place
Where the moon doth rise with a dragon's face
Cheesehenge! Where the virgins lie
And the prayers of devils fill the midnight sky
And you my love, won't you take my hand?
We'll go back in time to that mystic land
Where the dew drops cry and the cats meow
I will take you there, I will show you how

And oh how they danced
The little children of Cheesehenge
Beneath the haunted moon
For fear that daybreak might come too soon
And where are they now?
The little people of Cheesehenge
And what would they say to us?
If we were here... tonight


Queen Bee said...

they would probably say that their mothers taught them not to play with their food . . . :)

Stargirl said...

I'm imagining a miniature Pan playing his flute, majestically frolicking between the curds...

Leanne said...

oh man! I've missed you guys!

Jordan said...

And that is why we love coming home! We love having you as our brother nick you entertain us in so many ways!

geode cacher said...

Love the Henge. Nice to have the Nick back at the blog.

steve said...





Brent/Jan said...

Do you come up with a new story every night? Nice to see ya'll again. jan

Suzanne Shisley said...