Marvelous split mini LP from the Rathmines nook.
Licked a drop from the silver tether,
The vein that held the grit together,
Ridges scored when grunt met bone,
When shtones were shplit when shplittin' stone.
He rose from the roots in fine spirits did Lankin,
And magicked up money from none.
With no cause to work I'm bone-idle and bored!
And I miss the days, days shplittin' the shtones.
by Lee Eel.