So doth it be that
Golden once, a vie hat
Falleth 'pon a lone man's head
Male whose nameth Alex Zedd
Fortune found o'er oceans gold
A pulpy brew for Alex' mold
Shouldst his night grant ye free drinks
A lantern hand will form ye minks 

V'yard bound Zedd wanders free
Intentions shroud'st in mystery
Only knoweth hear and smell
Alex bore't, boquet and bell
Wandreth he through Dark Star Ave.
Where'st any find, knowledge'ble have
Fantastic grove, thy Zolman Orchard
Giveth Zedd thine lasting torture

So ringeth bell through kindred night
Elengard's flowers waive thy fright
And as doeth both, 'til dark be done
Shut'way by the blue and the blinding sun
Hunger thee not for cacti nor sea
As Alex Zedd bore worse, did'st he
For golden once, a hat fallen faux
This sole man's mind nay more ringeth lo