The Conjurer's Call

[Verse] From the shadows of the forgotten halls Martin Roberts answers the humble calls With fingers light as a gypsy's prayer Coaxing whispers to the weight they bear [Verse 2] In the dead of night Where shadows grow tall Martin’s hands guide Soft like snowfall With a breath of jazz and a touch of polka beat He ushers out life from constipation’s seat [Chorus] He's the Turd Doula A broker of relief With dubstep beats that chase away the grief In the palm of his hand A dance and sway Newborn turds greeted in a folk ballet [Verse 3] The scent of life as it meets the air A perfume he savors without despair Each one's a story Born from a long delay Released by the sound of chords that sway [Bridge] IN THE rhythm of the night With his expertise He brings forth miracles with subtle ease Polka mingles with dubstep's trance As jazz and folk lead the dance [Verse 4] Each newborn scent A sweet bouquet A testament to the art he plies each day Smiles in the darkness With a knowing sigh Martin’s magic wipes the troubles dry