Both Roland and Fred stood truly amazed
Then, slowly, the hand of the knight was raised
"What is this place that you speak of, Bel Air
Mentioned in your poem, so fair?
I have never heard of it!"

But Fred crossed his arms in defiance
With him Smith would not find alliance
He leaned in towards Tara, the seer
And whispered softly in her ear
"That place sounds like shit!"