As surely as
Blood down the plughole
Turns the wheel
Which is the heart
Of the archaic house
So to the fact
that it was all built by a mouse
The father of the home
In his turning spiral throne
In the centre of the wheel
which is the heart.
There are frightfully happy
except when they’re dead,
See Otto the monster
needs to get fed.
A tentacle from nowhere,
can give one a fright!
Stealing Piranhas,
a thief in the night.
They sing soothing songs,
but he never hears,
for shells and the kelp,
have grown in his ears.
Otto is deaf,
Otto means eight,
Otto means death,
To the dodos he ate.
“The future is red”
said Crown-for-a-head,
“we’ll have to migrate,
or we’ll soon all be dead!
So they got in the ocean,
to swim far away.
The water turned red,
On that terrible day.
For Otto the monster,
how hideous the slaughter,
he picked them like fruit,
from that inky black water
There where not many left,
But a handful, a few,
one of these had a vision,
and knew what to do.
They filled paper with ink.
And bottles with paper.
An ocean of bottles,
S.O.S ing their saviors.
But no one came,
they where sad and alone,
they seemed to be stranded,
on this Judas called home.
“You’re the Piranhas?
Otto wants to eat you?
Well my name is Eddy,
and it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“I’ve read all your letters,
I know all the wrongs,
caused by Otto the monster,
Who’s deaf to your songs”
“I’ll give you my all,
I’ll do all can,
I need palm trees and syrup,
to start my plan.”
Huge sticky pots,
cutting palms at the stem,
they built a great structure,
resembeling them.
They got a wet net,
and they sang lullabies,
then caught all these songs,
And placed them inside.
They sneaked to the shore,
and set it free in the tide.
Then all hid in trees,
to watch and to hide.
Otto is stalking
the palm-syrup snack.
He took the bait!
He fell in the trap!
The bait disappeared,
with a growl and a snap.
Otto first yawned,
And then took a nap.
So the island is sleeping,
and still is today.
Eddy had done it!
Our friends got away!
They loaded their ship,
With their mother the tree.
The wind in their sails,
and the wide open sea.
-Markus Wormstorm as Rooster Bear
