The air was thick with fearTumbleweeds were moving everywhereThe town was more dead than aliveThe folks did the best they could to survive“The future sure looks bleak”The wails rose sad and meekTracyville’s in such declineIt’s worse than the blind leading the blindThere’s no one left in commandThe sheriff can’t even draw a decent handA ghost town we might becomeA song of surrender we might have to humWhen suddenly a stupendous ray of lightTwo warriors preparing for battle through the nightTo restore the towns dignity and it’s joyTo hit homers like that Hobbs kid RoyLike Raphael and MichelangeloThe two new Ninjas Mike and JoeHave come to clean up this townAnd make sure Tracy’s no longer a clown.
Since today’s strip didn’t inspire me I decided to honor Mike and Joe.
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