Oh, Wondrous Little  Chemical,  Made  In 
 The  Deepest  Pit  Of  The  Most  Sacred 
 Intestine Of The Elusive Animal  That Is 
 The              Silver             Fox. 
 It  Will  Show You  Three  Faces. First, 
 The  Callsign:  You  Will  Experience  A 
 Faint  Urge To  Run Through  The  Woods, 
 And  Catch Phantom Whiffs Of Wet Fur And 
 Sour Plants. Then,  The  Fireworks:  The 
 World  Will Feel Like  A Great Carneval, 
 Filled  With  Opportunity  And Intrigue. 
 Paths  Will Connect  That  Maybe  Didn'T 
 Before.  The  World  Becomes Vaster  And 
 Underneath All  This,  The  Third  Face, 
 Which  Slowly  Twists  You  Into  Shape.