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The satyrs from the ether
If head to meadows, you do, to play
You’d better be big of size
If heading to meadows, now, today
You’d better perk up your eyes
Vigilant ears, pick up their cha-chas
Vigilant ears, hear their tramping because
Today’s the day the satyrs spill from the ether
Jolly, cavorting, goat-like men
Keep your children safe from them
Keep all of the kids inside today
Instead of out there on their own
Oh, ask not what would happen next to them
If you spot them, have your guns about
For help please do not shout,
We’re too scared to offer aid
Six-fifteen, the lights go out
People left out when the lights go out
are found in the morning flayed
The satyrs are come to do their work
The devil’s work, today
They’re here to stamp their wicked feet
And with your children play
From past the trees, and quick as a breeze
They’re here for your girls and boys to seize
For now the satyrs have spilled from the ether
Jolly, cavorting, goat-like men
Keep your children safe from them
Keep all of the kids inside today
Instead of out there on their own
Oh, ask not what would happen next to them
If you spot them, have your guns about
For help please do not shout,
We’re too scared to offer aid
Six-fifteen, the lights go out
People left out when the lights go out
are found in the morning flayed
Laughter and tears, and earthly fears
Are embodied as they come
And you’ll be outlived by a hundred years
by their three-quarter-human young
Fighting the urge to stray
All around, your wife hears them play
The monsters under this very bed beneath her
It occurs to you that you’ve had enough
Of their strange and evil ways
They must be shooed, you cannot rest
If even one of them stays
Creeping about, to catch you unawares
Robbing your house, to steal your underwears
These creepy freaking rejects from the ether
You head to the meadows again, today
Fearing for your life
You head into the green to pray
For a relief from your strife
You don’t want to live this way
To your old, green gods you pray
To shove the satyrs back into the ether!
About their home, they sought to find
A gate, portal, or door of some kind
a means to travel back to here
Incantations to corporealize
interdimensional cracks behind which they peer
And now of course, found one they did
All about in each corner they're hid
They want to steal your kid
Six-fifteen, the lights go out
People left out when the lights go out
are found in the morning flayed
They’re found in the morning flayed
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