Oh the scheming you'll do in that Whispering Hill
In a car? In a Shoe? wherever you will
The plotting is endless and brings on the fun,
remember, for safety, conceal a gun,
when crossing the fields look left! and look right!
a ritual! Blast it! We're in for a fight
But back in the diner we sit and we scheme,
and bask in the fire, and doze and then dream,
of a magical place without monsters aplenty,
Just count them to slumber; 2, 4, 10, or 20
In our dreams we will choose, choose to take the red pill,
and come back awake to that Whispering Hill.
