A transcript of Ren and Joe's poem - I tried to make it as accurate as possible, so any parts in brackets were said by Ren but not written on the screen. Obviously, go watch Ren's episode.
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THE KING AND THE CLOCK
By King RentheKing & Sir JoeHills-of-the-Says
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There once was a very chill baker
Whose pumpkin pies bursted with flavor
His windmill was tall
Barely tilted at all,
He was loved as a good friend and neighbor.
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His neighbors began to build shops
With no paths connecting their plots
The baker took stone
And paved roads alone
And attracted the man of the clock.
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The clock man a small crown presented
Great promise and might represented
It was tiny and gold
A green gem to behold
He insisted, the baker assented.
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There blossomed a King like a flower
Whose Tiny Crown urged him with Power
He dug a great Pit
And signed laws were writ
The Clock Man did shape him his Tower.
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A Dungeon this King then did buildeth
To pay those for Quests thus fulfilledeth
The Pillars did rise
He felt very wise
The Clock Man a Crastle did buildeth.
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Then the King and the Clock built their Court
And the Knights thusly pledged their support
The Diamonds did wane
His taxes did drain
A foul Party then ransacked his Court.
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So the King then decreed his new Laws.
For the rot he doth needed to pause
His Diamonds they stole
The Crown took his soul
Now a Kingdom amok with no Laws.
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And the King took their riches to hoard
While the Court and the Clock took up sword
His Vault was the prize
with death and surprise
Thus the King and the Clock dropped their Sword.
(His Vault was the prize
with death and surprise
Thus the King and the Clock dropped their Sword.)
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First baker, then paver, then never insaner,
The king's rise and fall has been told.
Once friend and once neighbor,
Then ranting mad reigner,
With (a) tiny crown emerald and gold.
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There may yet be redemption without the attention,
Of the man with the clock at his side,
There's hope for tomorrow,
For (a) surcease of sorrow,
For a baker who makes humble pies.
(There's hope for tomorrow,
For (a) surcease of sorrow,
For a baker who makes humble pies.)
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