The Quickers Arrive
Robert Pollard
[Verse]
Games in the playhouse
No union is small
Inside a thick house
To hide from it all
But out in the sizes
Where soon it may be
Greater alive
The quickers arrive
Kind of the fence
And character prize
"We'l have none of that"
No quicker surprise
But out in the sizes
Where soon it may be
Greater alive
The quickers arrive
Came a blast
From the spores of creation
Driven off by twos
For elsewhere
The quickers arrive
The quickers arrive
The quickers arrive. .
