Member Rara Avis
Well, of course a SQUIRREL has to reply to this.
Cool poem, Bal. It reminded me of moon mice, upsydaisium, stolen box tops and lots of other things that, when I say them aloud to my friends, get empty stares. One of my favorite parts was always the closing music with the lights that went with the drum beat. Don't ask why; I don't know either.
(and if you're wondering how I could possibly remember a show that was on the air years and years before I was born -- long live reruns!)