Barathos Poem by bob barci

Down around Byanthium way,
there's a town known as Barathos.
Barathos.
BA-RATH-OS.
Barathos.
That's where the Do-da's stay.
Come on down and watch 'em play.
Come on down and hear 'em say -
nothing in particular,
or very interesting.
Just watch 'em play,
all the day
near the bay.
You lost your way in Byanthium
and found yourself in Barathos.
There's no tellin' what you'll see
in this town on Do-da's.
You'll know you're here
when the one thing you fear
no longer exists.
Frankenstein will play the guitar.
Dracula will do the solo.
And Mr. Talbot plays drums-by moonlight.
So come on down to Barathos.
Come and visit the Do-da's.
Come on down to Barathos
and do-da to your heart's delight.