Well, my name's Kaput686
Similar to my other account and my other before
You hardly ever saw Ez9 down here
He only came online about twice a year
He'd buy a hundred balls of mud and some face parts from Akbar's.
Everybody knew that he made lots of clams
Now, the City Workers wanted Ez9 bad
He headed up the treehouse with everything he had
It's before my days, but I've been told
He never came back from The Whyology House

Now I ran the Club in a small pavilion
Bought it at an auction at the Trading Post.
A big Circle painted on the side
Well, him and some friends tore that tent down
I still remember that cracking sound
Well, the City Worker's came around in the middle of the night
Heard me cryin', knew something wasn't right
He was headed down to the Whyology House with the weekly load
You could smell the Clams rattling down Whyville Square

I volunteered to be a Y-Mail Helper on my birthday
I done two tours of duty in as a Y-Mail helper
And I came home with a brand new plan
I take some clams from some good friends
I set them down on the doorstep of the Whyology house
Well, the City Workers set an ambush outside
He came out, curious about the 150 clams laying outside.
I learned a thing or two from ol' Ez9, don't you know
You better not get involved with scamming!

The City Workers, they banned him
Returned the clams to their rightful owners
Ez9 was never heard of again.....