It was the accomplishment of one
Stanislaus Georges P.
Made of twigs and sprigs and leaves
But no one got to see
They found him dead in his working shed
The invention wasn't spared
Outlines overgrown with vine
Are the only clues we have
Little Mazey why you kill that man?
Is the projector something you can understand?
Can you make it work with your tiny hands?
Could you do it again if you had the chance?
I'm all cut up and my hands are burned
A small price to pay for what I learned
Soon you'll see the tables turned
And the mimes unleashed!
Got this notion to start a new story
Gonna do it like nobody before me
Mouth full of fuzz and a head full of glory
A hard reset ain't nobody ignoring
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