Quoth the Saturn Once upon a Saturn Valley, I thought of Jeff, alone in a alley, While I staring at those pictures, a faint sound was made, just like a boom, Looking at the garbage came a token, but the silence was still unbroken, Then I heard an utter was spoken, and it said, "Curse that Yoom!" But it was something about the voice that I knew, and that the fault's wasn't the yoom. Only that, for it's our doom. For it was my friend Jeff, now cursing the Reff, But the Mr. Saturns came, with parts for the yoom. I fell to thinking, about my dog King, And I found him sinking, in to the lake of Joom. I raced to him, as fast as I can, in to the lake of Joom. Quoth the Saturn, "Zoom!" I swam to him with my eyes blinking, all the way, to my dog King, I scolded him for getting there, for going out in to the lake of Joom. But he just stood, standing there, looking for something, but where, I found a sock a pair, but then came another boom, For this sound had made a startle, but I was to make sure there wasn't another boom. I drove off with my van, voom voom. Driving in to a midnight dreary, I found Paula weak and weary, I found her running along, the graves and the tombs, Following after her bow, I found she was chasing a Spiteful Crow, I saw all the bats, flying in a row, coming in to this very room, Very scared I was, for a ran away, far, far away, far from the room. Quoth the Saturn, "Zoom!"