(A poem about Oktapodi)
In the solitude of the water
We found ourselves stuck with each other
Cherishing the warmth of our embrace
A feeling that made us feel the grace
But it seemed to me inevitable
That in our love, someone would give us trouble
To part our ways and make us rumble
But he must've known we're insep'rable
By the time he whetted his scythe
I got worried, I could hardly breathe
To have saved you from that deathly strife
Was a privilege I would bring in for life
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