The Dragonforge

The sun was shining, a lovely day
My uncles took me, outside to play
It got real toasty, my tongue real dry
I needed iced cream, or I would fry

All they had was, three big greens
Just enough for, three iced creams
But uncle noticed, a glistening flier
A trip to Syria, their one desire

My two lovely uncles, they went away
to blessed Syria for a holy vacay
I have never seen them with such big old grins
fulfilling all their dreams among Syrians

my two lovely uncles, they went away
they're both still inside me, everyday
how will I go on, without their firm musk
echoing through me, from dawn until dusk
I'll keep them alive, with my thoughts in my brain
I'll spread their sweet ashes, when I get their remains
I'll always remember, your oceans of love
my two lovely uncles, slain from above