Sam Spade works in the mine Digging Kryptonite The monsters that protect the stuff Make him shake with fright He meets them on the ladders On platforms left and right His only hope's to dig a trap They're much too mean to fight Quick! You've got one trapped Sam Bash it on the head Watch out! Oh no! too late my boy The thing's turned green instead RED monsters are not nice, its true But GREEN ones are worse still If Sam ever stops digging traps He'd better make out his will The YELLOW beast is rarely seen The mere thought makes Sam sweat Their last meeting was something That he'd MUCH rather forget Those monsters rush him off his feet They never will fight fair Good grief! His face is turning BLUE! They've cut off poor Sam's air
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