Ode to Nandizzle and Alizarin

When all is blazin
and your mind is racin
and depression reigns
IM with Alizarin
And she'll chink your cynicism
Until you are in stitches
Breakin your britches

When life is all frizzled
Just call Nandizzle
Who will get out her chisle
to honestly chip away at the sadness
but accept all your madness
until the murkiness fizzles
and you feel a bit better