Z

The people of fair Utilee weren't as happy as could be,
A smile would be on Jeremy, but then he was a chimpanzee.
Their culture should have been commended,
Their night life once was recommended,
But their mood slowly descended
Into constant misery.

This change was left uncomprehended.
Why had all smiling been suspended?
And the frowns would not have ended
If not for good Jondie, who from his apple tree, said:

"Think how happy we would be
If every letter was a zee."

So then, from the heavens down,
Came a man in shining gowns
And on his brow a zig-zag crown
Rested quite snuggly.
To the land where joy was dead
Had come the Lord of the Zed,
Hark the words the good Lord said:

"Look at what I brought to thee, Prozaac, Zoloft, and on TV
There'll be nothing left to see, bar a dancing Zebedey."
The people had all been befriended
By the Lord, their cheer ascended.
All the records it transcended,
But there was a fee:

"To pleasure you will soon be led,
But my terms need to be read:
For every newly cheerful head
You must add an extra zed."

The people of fair Utilee agreed to this quite readily.
Every grinning devotee would chatter so excitedly:
"Zink how zappy we zill be, zhen zevery letter iz a zee!"
Until they could speak no more.
Now all they do is smile and snore.