Now this is the word-tale all about how
My Lunar Sequence got flipped, turned upside-down
And I'd like to take a solar inch just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became a Cadet 1st Class Threshecutionaire
In west Troll-Philadelphia awakened and raised
In the brooding caverns where I spent most of my days
Fighting it out, solving weird puzzle shit so cruel
Gettin' a nice moon-tan beside the breeding pool
When a couple of grubs, numbers four and five
Started making trouble in my local hive
I got in one little death-match and my broodmother declared
"You're joining the Flaysquads, your training's in Bel-Air!"
I screeched for a wing-glider and when it came near
The I.D. said 612 and it had a broken riding sphere
If anything, I could say this glider was in need of repair
But I thought, "Oh forget it." and yelled "Rider, to Bel-Air!"
I flew up to the barracks as the moons aligned straight
And I heard the Squad Leader yell, "Maggot, you're late!"
I looked at the camp, without an ounce of d