Simple Simon met a shoggoth,
Going to the fair;
Wait a minute, this sound familiar,
Didn’t I already just go there?
Says the shoggoth to teller of the tale
Let me taste your hair.
Says the teller to the shoggoth;
Oh we’re not going there!
Said the shoggoth to the teller,
You smell mighty tasty in the morning air.
The shoggoth went-a-fishing,
For a penguin fair;
All the feathers he had caught;
Were in cavern lair.
Then the shoggoth went to look
If Elder things full are of gristle;
He lick his pseudopods very much,
Which made poor shoggoth whistle.