(To the tune of "Illinois")
Thou art miracles and wonder, e38, e38.
Thou art better than butt chunder, e38, e38...
Happiness is ours by far
More than those who follow R
And shall K be thrown asunder, e38, e38...
Verily will K go under, e38.
By thy purple gently glowing, e38, e38.
Time itself seems to be slowing (e38, e38)
Heal the wounds of time and space
Multiverse a better place
Thou omnipotent, all-knowing e38, e38...
But I see you must be going, e38.