The Owl and Great Cthulhu went to sea
In a pea green boat compact,
They took some jam and a dinner of ham,
Wrapped up in intestinal tract.
The alignment of stars was perfect above,
Owl sang as he smoked a cigar,
“O Great Cthulhu! Cthulhu my love,
You’re the green, sticky spawn of the stars,
You’re the green, sticky spawn of the stars!”
Then said the owl, “Oblige this old fowl,
You charmingly tentacled thing!
Too long we have tarried, so let us be married,
If only I’d bought you a ring!”
So they sailed away, for a year and a day,
’Til the city of R’lyeh rose,
And there in a shed stood a man on his head
With a ring upon each of his toes
With a ring upon each of his toes.
“If you are to live, to us you must give
Your rings.”—The man quaked with fear.
They took them away, and were married next day
At the end of the Innsmouth pier.
They dined on the freshest of pussycat flesh,
Which they ate from a skull with a spoon;
And side by side, at the edge of the tide,
They danced to a bloody red moon,
They danced to a bloody red moon.