As Yancycan and Medford Mel are off to Slivermunch
locating paranormables takes more than just a hunch
They've pimped their ride with GPS ( transcontinental kind )
and stocked all up on Haribos, whatever they could find.
Back stateside, ever vigilant, ambassadors keep watch
by tearing up the fairways in an ever-widening swatch
Fringe shootin' freakin' whack jobs on a mission they partook
to welcome any aliens that might give us a look
Fear not, oh head ambassador, your minions are on guard
we'll monitor activity from here to your back yard
No signs will go unnoticed in your absence, Yancycan,
nor whatnots in accordance with our orders' masterplan.