I Am Known By Many Names, But

Oh Lord Please Don't Burn Us Don't Kill Or Toast Your Flock. Don't Put Us On The Barbecue Or Simmer Us In Stock. Don't Bake Or Baste Or Boil Us Or Stir-fry Us In A Wok.

Tis But A Scratch!" "a Scratch? Your Arm's Off!" "no It Isn't." "then What's That?" "oh Come On, Pansy!

At That Time, A Friend Shall Lose His Friend's Hammer, And The Young Shall Not Know Where Lieth The Things Possessed By Their Fathers That Their Fathers Put There Only Just The Night Before.

Listen, Strange Women Lyin' In Ponds Distributin' Swords Is No Basis For A System Of Government.

I Am Known By Many Names, But You May Call Me...tim.