(Thanks to the United Union of Tailors)

Ms. Octopus and Her Fabu Song

In the Deepest part of the Ocean,
In the Blackest part of the Sea,
There lived a Giant Octopus,
One who could Sing, 'Do, Rei, Mi.'

She could Jazz with the Best of 'em,
She could sing all Night long,
And in the end it Always boiled down to,
Her singing her own, very Special Song.

You see, little (or rather, huge) Ms. Octopus,
Once saved the Seas,
She single handedly Defeated,
Evil Mr. Skinny Knees.

Skinny Knees was an old, nastay Lobster,
He just couldn't, couldn't, Sing.
He was Cruel and Mean and just plain bad,
He was hell bent on Destroying Everything.

He made a nastay, nastay, Doomsday Device,
Out of nastay Sea weed and Sand,
He planned to take out the Concert halls first,
To wipe out their Silly little Bands.

Right before he pulled the Trigger,
Right before the big No No,
Out came a pretty lil' Octopus,
Who said he had no Mojo.

Skinny Knees was Furious,
He thought he was -very- Cool,
But the lil' Octopus disagreed,
And said he was an old Fool.

She said he was Sad and Bitter,
And explained music wasn't Just about Singing,
She gently told him that,
It was also about Listening.

She then Cleared her throat,
Took a few 'Ahem's,
Smiled brightly at the Assembled audience,
And sang a Musical Gem.

It was a very Special song,
About Kindness, Unity, Love,
About the Gentle Oneiros,
And His symbol, the White Feathered Dove.

(White Feather, White Dove, close enough, yes..?)

Skinny Knees hesitated,
Then suddenly let it All out,
He Cried and Cried and Cried,
Knew himself to be a Lout.

And so he broke down his Doomsday device,
Picked it apart grain By grain,
He apologized to Everyone,
For his evil ways, and his salty Rain.

So that is the Story,
Of how Ms. Octopus saved the Seas,
She sang her very special Song,
And stopped Mr. Skinny Knees.

And what happened to Skinny Knees..?
No one will Ever know.

But some say they saw a Lobster,
Out in Cyrene Snow...

Shaking and Dancing with much alarm,
With a lady Monster, one with many, many, arms.

The End


Penned by my hand on the 12th of Glacian, in the year 316 AF.