Give me a story, tell it me true, just make it big and blue.
Now give me a red one, to make them rue, let me feel they gots their due.
Oh narrate a green tale, about a good crew, a song of how gooder I do.
But then a yellow narrative, of dying virtue, a ballad of woe and woo.
Just keep them coming, move stories through, dazzle my ears, but it must be new!
Whatever you do man, don't you ever construe, to tell me the truth man, or we'll come for you!
Spin me a yarn, of gold and of light, where heroes stand tall in the fight.
Weave me a tale, of shadows and night, where villains lurk out of sight.
Craft me a legend, of silver so bright, where justice prevails in the right.
But never reveal, the truth in plain sight, for fear of the mob's might.
When one lie breaks, another we chase, Fearing the void, the truth we replace.
In stories we trust, in fables we brace, To hide from the truths we cannot face.
Paint me a picture, of lands far away, where dreams and reality sway.
Tell me a fable, where morals decay, and innocence leads us astray.
Sing me a saga, of glory and fray, where legends are born every day.
But hide the truth, come what may, for honesty's price we won't pay.
When one lie breaks, another we chase, Fearing the void, the truth we replace.
In stories we trust, in fables we brace, To hide from the truths we cannot face.
So give me a story, in hues bright and true, But never the truth, or we'll come for you.
In the land of tales, where fiction is king, The truth is a perilous, dangerous thing.
