Xylophoned....."Might a micken a maw?"

Xylophoned by Synth, Scat & Zithers

You rolled the carpet. We said to keep it.
You yipped and yapped just as you yelled and you yiped at us.

So you were xylophoned by Synth, Scat & Zithers.
You balled up your fist at our cyst fraught with soft, down feathers.
And whether you wanted us more or whether care less,
When you need the malleting, well, we will be your guest.

We don't care about your...Academy Awards.
You gather as many as you can....and then get more.
"We don't want to end up
As the men we thought we'd be."
...Such is the burden of the talk of the town.
He leans where the yoke lies
And throws out-of-bounds
Or up through the blowholes of the sailor who drowned,
Who's at a sad disadvantage
As a whale of a sandwich
That winks from a nautical nine hundred feet down.

Poor, our Samson, he must wait.
Wherever he is, however he's changed,
It's unlikely that time will tell....
So you were xylophoned by Synth, Scat & Zithers.
You swore out an oath square at our growth fraught with soft down feathers.
And whether you wanted us more or whether care less,
When you need the malleting, well, we will be your guest.

--Synth, Scat, Zithers, and Keddiz