We, harnessed in slums, devoid off all the longings and trappings of a greater wilderness area, it would take halves of hours to get their act together now. I just wished that someone, someone in upper levels, someone in smoked filled rooms, would've foretold of this coming to pass. Then we wouldn't've misplaced place cards, wouldn't've reordered supplies prematurely, wouldn't've been left holding the bag. It's insane to have let things come to this. If Old Jespersens was still in charge it wouldn't've happened, you can bet your sweet buns, it wouldn't've happened. But they thought it best he'd gone ahead and "retired". Now he's down at the clear turquoise fishin' hole catchin' them brems and we're held holding the bag.