I told my kids a story tonight at bed about a Fler named Herb from the planet Flerb. In my story Herb was from a town called Flercher where every year they danced the Flerch on the flerch of July. This collective act lit up the sky for the year from their energy. But... Herbs mom and dad move to a new town called, "Hiddock" where they don't believe in Flerching or Flerch Music.... Long story short, I told my kids an intergalactic version of Foot Loose tonight.

Then, I quickly penned this:

Herb Was a Fler from Flerb

Herb was a Fler from Flerb

He was the best flercher in all of the world

When others caught sight

Try as they might

The could never match Herbs

High flerching delights

One day on the flerch of July

Herb managed the whole world to fly

All of Flerb knew

That all they need do

Was dance the flerch, like Herb

And, "poof!" They all flew

Now every Fler knows

Cause they learn it in school

That Herb was the first Fler

To flerch in to flight

And now the kids sing

A song late July nights

All about Herb and his flerch to great heights

And what a good feeling

For the young Flers to feel

That they too could flerch great

And sign a flerch contract deal

With the NFA and flerch on TV

All of Flerb watching and

celebrating thee

But the truth is most flers

Will never be famous

They'll scrape doggles off the biscus

Or wait grapschlings for payments

Most flers will find they just barely get by

on half flerkting a week

working two jobs on the side

Most flers will die young

With a muzzle full of garnt

Dranned if the do

Dranned if they don't.

Nope! Most flers will never make it off Flerb

Most will never be as famous as

The great fler Herb!