Have you heard of Thelonious Squid
His evil doings he never kept hid
The villagers thought of him with dread
Even though Thelonious was dead
No one traveled alone at night
The thought of seeing him gave such fright
If he caught you watching his deeds
In the black swamp among the reeds
He’d take your eyes maybe your feet
You would be unable to retreat
Thelonious was such an evil sort
He’d laugh as he maimed you just for sport
Take my advice whether big or small
Lock doors and windows if he comes to call.
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