Critter dropped his life’s work down the Walpole Prison sink.
\nWasn’t twenty minutes ‘fore the pipe began to stink.
\nThe warden came, said, ‘Who’s to blame?” We said, “Who do you think?”
\nThen they saw poor Critter, on the floor, face neon pink.
\nAnd then he levitated, and the warden gave a gasp,
\nfor Critter kissed him on the lips quite quickly as he passed.
\nThe warden, in that moment, had a grand epiphany.
\n“As Critter lives, I hereby declare all prisoners free!”
\nAnd, as his spirit floated eastward, heading toward Cape Cod,
\nhis captors and his inmates followed, raising hymns to God.
\nThe spirit dance that followed, alas, gained some great renown.
\nAnd Critter’s genes can still be seen in jaunts to Provincetown.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"