In a cave, in a crevice,
sits three men at odds,
with beards of great wisdom,
and heads with great nods.
They sit and debate,
about one another's fate,
and give nothing but hate,
to the others around them.
They say they are,
the wizards of Zods,
but actually there just three sorry sods.
And if you go to them,
quarrying for advice,
you'll simply receive,
a sorry, sody, vice.
And if you ask them again,
and try to be nice,
they’ll shout at your face,
and curse at you thrice.
So trust not the wizards,
who suppose to be from Zods,
because in truth they are,
just three sorry sods.
