Obadiah was a cripple and a crumb on the beak of a bald-headed birdnGone south as would anyonenGo figure or go hardnnAnd in the dark he whistled over an dovernAglow with solar powered sustainnnDouble gated/domed myucking on gumnRan the rink everyone rolled on nPumpking Noney into nickelodeons with ungodly reasonnnAnd in teh dark he whistled over and overnAglow with solar powered sustainnnIf halfsies are equal to nonenAnd nothing is precious enough for usnThen we are none, perfectly nonennObadiah went on living in a lag breaking even when oneing-upnZeroing-in on everythingnNo, nothing can be cheapenednnIf halfsies are equal to nonenAnd nothing is precious enough for usnThen we are none, perfectly none