Three oriental magi
in a bid to classify, clarify and well-nigh, simplify, or otherwise amplify,
their alibi for why
they loved to self-purify by chanting a magical lullaby about a butterfly,
let out this reply:
"Once, an alien samurai arose from his bone-dry pigsty,
and made all winged bugs die.
With a dead-eye that did belie his wall-eye,
he would make any hapless fly his personal bull's eye.
With a slurp of chai, a slap of his thigh, a pull on his neck-tie,
he loved to let fly a toxic dye,
which made the innocent small-fry,
first emulsify, then ossify, and finally vitrify.
Naturally, there was a great hue and cry.
Many did vilify and ally to stultify this that did petrify,
but all went awry, and did only magnify all attempts to nullify.
Until that is, a sovereign most sly,
the Monarch butterfly,
did pry thru the tie-die rainbow ply of an enchanted cocoon most dry,
and made this wondrous and melodious sigh:
'I know the eye of the esoteric pi
that will defy and stupefy this wise-guy!
Aye, don't vie to ask me why,
just rely that thy must all apply to multiply and unify!
By the by, Hi!'
The die was cast with all that this did imply.
As quick and spry as a ball in jai alai,
from black, bot, crane, deer, dragon, March, midge, robber, shoo thru to tsetse fly,
all did comply to defy this not-so-gun-shy guy that did terrify.
Now, we wise-men-tri never would try to falsify, this is no lie.
They flew high in the sky,
and did codify and fortify
into, O my,
a deep-fry pie of E-coli KY.
With an outcry that did electrify like a gargantuan magpie,
they bestowed within the radii of their evil gadfly,
an ample supply of a wet gooey sty
which most certainly did putrefy."