Where does the Slitherfeen go?
It’s the strangest of things when the Slitherfeen goes
Though it does every day that I’ve seen
But to where does it go only Lighferflife know
‘Cause they’re from where the Slitherfeen’s been
‘Till the Slitherfeen comes, when the day has begun
The Lighferflife all pass away
But they dance and not run, for that isn’t much fun
As the whispering wind she will say
‘O do you know where the Lighferflife go
Does the place make you be born anew
I’ve heard that this place is the vastest of space
Is it dark with no colour or hue?’
The Slitherfeen faced, in the air of the grace
The wind who whispered such things
And told it a tale of a Shabberlock’s flail
And the omen of bad luck it brings
‘The Shabberlocks fate was changed by the Tate
Of modern ideas in his mind
He thought of a word, which was new but absurd
By consequence now he is blind
For how did he find such ideas in his mind
If it wasn’t for twisting an eye
But for want of a twist, it has now come to this
And he wont ever see the blue sky‘
‘But what of its flail’ did the wind now wail
As she picked up some thing from the sea
I’ll pass it this salt, surely true to a fault
The sight of dear Shabber will be
‘Don’t you see the decent, and predicament
Said the Slitherfeen onto the wind
It was strange ideas, that caused all the tears
So learn from this and rescind’
Then the Slitherfeen left, and with shortness of breath
The Lighferflife entered the scene
With minds so bright said in comforting light
Don’t listen to him - he is mean
For yes we do know where the Slitherfeen goes
To a place where its hard to escape
For he fears our ideas and he has done for years
Because he can not change his fate
That soon he will fizzle, and perhaps even sizzle
And then he will disappear
But the collective that’s we, will grow do you see
By result of the newest ideas.
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