. . . and the heavens opened and TGG smiled upon her Bard, who had risen from his sickbed to sing silly snake songs to her . . .

Dear, dear Amos (hope you're feeling better, sweet thang!) -- You can still amaze and delight, even in your delirium! It was hard to choose the verse for your Silver B.L.O.B. -- I was torn between the one below and the 'Cajun bread' ;-) -- but, here ya go:

When he finally stopped, in spite of all his pain,
And the cop strolled up and asked him to explain,
All he could muster was "Thee, it's thith way, thun"
Cuz he couldn't talk turkey with a snake bit tongue!

-- Áine