Knights in coloured overalls
Wave to their great devotees—
Two boys by a garden gate,
Who watch them ride their metal beast.
Dismounting, each with practiced grace,
They wheel great black sarcophagi
To their awesome monster’s maw;
It lifts, empties, then slowly bites.
Youth in wide-eyed wonder gasps
As evil pestilence is crushed,
Sequestered from the world most fair,
And banished to the realm of dust.
Their mission well met one more time,
They mount their fearsome steed and glide
To next-door’s vault of heinous waste
With puffed-out chests so full of pride.
The Zwyckyverse 