[CrimsonFox]

It is Zinto, yes ZInto, you all cry and shout
And you keep saying Zinto! aloud and about

Zinto is mean
Zinto's can't spell
Zinto is not wanted
Zinto's from hell!

We must vote out Zinto! Because he is lame!
And just like your words, the room sets ablaze

You run to the window and below you all stare
At a angry Zinto alone on the front stair.

He's more than angry and points at you all
for his ears are all burning and he's pounding the wall.

Zinto has this horrid feeling. A horrid feeling indeed.
That people are talking about him.

And then his head had starts to blaze. Then his chest burst on fire and burns all his clothes, then his arms, then his legs, then his....tail?

Yes his tail! A great devil he was. And no one liked him. Even though he would dance and put on a show. But when he danced he would dance away with their souls.
And he gets so mad that he grabs a passerby from outside and kicks her. Kicks her hard like a devil would do.



But that is no more for he cries out and wails.
Because nobody likes him.
And vote him to shame.




He shrinks and shrinks into his dark bird form
And he flies up to the rooftop
Still Fiery and dark
And spits on the people below him that look


But he keeps right on shrinking as small as a bug
Until he shrinks down forever as a spec that could be swept under the rug...

And it lands on the tracks and suddenly run over by the 7:15 to London, that reliable train...
Old Beelphazor the Devil is gone...