Many moons ago in a distant trailer park, Deep in the heart of the American Midwest, Virgil Knightley went for a walk in the woods, Wearing only a Speedo and a checkered vest. He came to a cottage with green smoke arising, Knocked on the door and open it did, There was an old man with an ancient sword waiting, His hand on the shoulder of a well-muscled kid. Ohhhh whoa yeah… Virgil and Edgar, father and son, Tale yet untold yet the battle is won. Working together anyone can see, They are fighting for the land of the free. Virgil took the child and also took the sword, He slayed the man for swearing, then turned away in grace, The boy in his care said my hello sir my name’s Edgar, Virgil said shut your childish fukking face. Virgil said I write too much, my fingers are hurting, Can you by chance type or write with a pen? Edgar said no, but I’m a very quick learner. Virgil said oh good, I can take a break then. Virgil and Edgar, father and son, Tale yet untold yet the battle is won. Working together anyone can see, They are fighting for the land of the free. Together they lived for many a year, working together as father and son, Virgil lived in peace and Edgar in fear, Till one day the young man met someone. Her name was Gwen Grayson, a powerful witch, She came to their trailer to sell stanky gloves, So Virgil sold Edgar at market price And Gwen Grayson took him and gave him her love. Virgil and Edgar, father and son, Tale yet untold yet the battle is won. Working together anyone can see, They are fighting for the land of the free.
