The Death of Many Octopi

Push and pull the fluid filled arms, Fill your boots with random mush Squashing through fat octopus farms. As octopi eye your virile charms The command rings over the fearful hush: "Push and pull the fluid filled arms! Molest them, they can't do you harm, Pop eyeballs, make inky gush!" Squashing through fat octopus farms. While axes swing *shalam-shalarms* Pink toddlers and the lowly thrush Push and pull the fluid filled arms. Don't have an axe? - then come unarmed, Just bring some wellies if you wish to rush Squashing through fat octopus farms. In private boast or boozy yarn Commemorate the trail of slush, Push and pull the fluid filled arms Squashing through fat octopus farms.