I asked my Mentor, which way is due west?
My compass was far from the best,
But he’d been drinking Sambuca
and pulled out his bazooka,
I don’t think I’d ever seen him more stressed.
“Never Mind” I said in calm tones,
I felt danger ahead in my bones,
The sight of his gun
had spoiled my fun,
I’d rather take my chance with unknowns.
So I ran into the forest to hide,
for there one thing I could never abide
and that’s mayhem released,
from drunk man or beast,
It’s always best to avoid homicide.