Yeah yeah, microphone check, 1, 2, 3...
   In the place to be,
   It is I, the R-K-A-D-E,
   Dropping poems on your telephone.
   And it goes a little like this:
  
   The tears of a clown make the whole world laugh; hee hee.
  
   And on that note, man, just give me a call, alright?
   Peace.
  
   End of message.
  
   People fly...