The Skeezix Dilemma Lyrics - Tourniquet

Silly childhood game - Uncle Wiggily 

I cower in abject horror 

Approaching space number 109 

Home of the gaunt and haggard shell of the Skeezix 

The emaciated figure 

Harboring the greed of a thousand 

Invading, thriving, ascaris whittles away 

The self confidence of young minds 

Casting doubt that they will 

Ever reach the finish 

To see for themselves 

The segacious Uncle Wiggily 

His mission now is complete 

The arboreal king of misery and woe 

Skeezix reposes high on a knotty forest crag 

And the child still tries his best to 

Stay in the game 

But with insufficient, no volition 

Plotted course of demolition 

Goes through all the motions 

Musing caveat emptor and 

A predetermined failure 

He draws a card and all his fears come true 

Advance to 109 

That's what you have to do