Mary had a little squid
With tentacles so scary;
He took revenge on every kid
Who had helped murder Mary.
He dragged the kids below the waves,
To take a little swim.
He brought them to the grotto caves,
Where all was dark and grim.
Poseidon’s scepter pierced their skins,
Their blood spread through the water.
He cried, “You will die for your sins!
For Mary was my daughter!”
Despite the vengeance that was wrought,
Poor Mary’s little ghost
Is tied, is bound, forever caught
To grave, to bones, to coast.
Dry land is her eternal estate;
From the deep, forever exiled.
Ah, what a tragic, grievous fate
For a sea-god’s long-lost child!