Spell? No! Not we
They’re flocked around us in a long, long line
Mondays I think: a bunch, a new-sprung throng
They’re heaped so high it’s causin’ flashback: Tong
Maybe we shouldn’t shrink from true opine

Scream Jay, do
O.S. is menacing it’s such a dry blue-hoo
It snakes; erratic, sort of drawl impaired
It grates; the vocal’s guaranteed to scare
We find we can’t help reeling third of way through

It's a genre that we... thought we’d do well to flee
Famed: together Arndt and J.B.’s territ’ry

Twain do be
Gung-ho: apply word-smithin’; niche they would:
Spells churnin’ out they be incantaphile
So without effort seem they breezly compile
Re-penned them quite, bit in-sync they’ve stood

Duo’s courtin’ to be ‘bout at a thousand and three
Could endeavour Guiness-y panopoly

Think, not we
Noooo, we shall those Spells bequeath you: heaps accrued
We’ll pen a round o’ Celias once in a while
Or pip about some sheep for fleecin’aphiles
But Spell? Bow out, JaR & Inc.’s too good