Merlin got run over by a pianer,
Loggin' off in his room one Sunday night.
You may think there's no strength in pianers,
But Merlin will attest to their might.
We'd been havin' too much fun at a meeting,
And we begged him not to go,
But he left despite our pleadings,
So one more pianer we had to throw.
When we found him the next mornin',
At the scene of our attack,
There was ivory all in his mouth,
And a giant pianer on his back.
Now we're all so proud of Merlin,
He's been takin' our abuse quite well.
Now he's laying there on his stomach,
After the pianer made him give out a yell.
It's just not the same without Merlin.
All the Staff's dressed in black,
And we can't help but wonder,
Should we leave him there or toss him in a sack?
Now the Join page is all in shambles,
And some more history has gone on by.
I guess we should blame ourselves.
Seems that last pianer made him die.
Now we've warned all our friends and neighbors
To watch out for pianers in the sky,
And told them they never should launch them,
Else another Piano Magnet might accidentally die.