The road trip was a thirsty one,
They had travelled far,
Through the blistering desert,
In Ymir's car.
the jalopy was a wheezy one,
Tired and beyond its years,
They took it with some trepidation,
Their journey frought with fears,
Which proved to be founded ones,
Their sorrows they would drown,
The old car spat a radiator,
And promptly it broke down.
They pushed the chariot for many miles,
Through the sweltering heat,
Their tongues were lolling madly,
Many blisters on their feet.
But soon they reached a small town,
And raised a tried cheer,
Only to find the one watering hole,
Had JUST run out of beer.

Cheers from the Land of Oz
(Bourbon, then, Barkeep)