One sunny fine day it finally took place,
There had been too much of it, they could not keep pace,
Society was falling down upon its knees,
As it sucked them in, the land and their trees,
Nobody could fathom the source of its power,
They all headed for the hills to panic and cower,
As it was spreading further turning them into nothing,
When one wise talking slug told them it was bluffing,
They decided that this must be some kind of magic,
So they sacrificed and ate him and werall sick oh-how tragic,
They decided they must
abrogate it, wtha shamon recitation,
And so the chants started with no hesitation,
It surrounded the shamans and turned a funny colour,
And then said "How dya do, i'm looking for my mother"
masquerade