In a deserted alley once stood,
A statue, of clay and marble.
The king of the deserts,
The king of the sea,
Of all contained within the alley.
Brought forth by his steed,
The giant rats of the valley.
Blazing light in his eyes,
Shining red, blue and green.
Until one day there was left,
Only a broken hand.
Hauled away this king,
The garbage men, they called
Themselves clad in green.
With sticks and swords of wood and steel,
And then there stood none,
In this great valley behind town.
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