For A Sqrl

                                 by Chama

                     [Verse]

                     Sitting at his computer,
                     looking at the screen,
                     the sqrl is writing music
                     and eating nuts inbetween

                     He looks at swift notes passing,
                     never stopping by,
                     hasting, never halting
                     'cause the tempo is to high

                     Rebooting his computer,
                     again, blue screen of death.
                     He's clawing at his keyboard
                     and trying to hold his breath

                     His melody's too simple.
                     His rhymes are made of soap
                     And yet somehow his music
                     Inspires love and hope

                     [Refrain]

                     There was a time, he remembers,
                     when no fox would ever dream
                     of parodying his songs.
                     Giving it up with a sigh,
                     he plays this Mpeg/3.
                     I just hope he won't strangle me