From Mr Tulk's Tower
If you make a rowdy racket
You can't hide among the jackets
To avoid the icy glare of Mr Tulk
If your reading is a slow rate
You'll wish you were illiterate
Under the focused laser eyes of Mr Tulk
Though the books are stacked in piles
And you try hiding in the aisles
There's no way around the guiles of Mr Tulk
From the tiered central tower
And emanating on the hour
Is the searing look of power from Mr Tulk
So don't come there for the thrills
Or you'll get the look that kills
That's the crazy hazy chill from Mr Tulk
Tulk's Tower |
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