Your ears, your face,
all soon will be blessed with giant squid.
A vampire in sucking cup,
eight arms and tentacles full of blood.
About being mounted on a stalk,
the suctions, when they get you, almost talk.
In circumference lined with hellish teeth,
the mouth strange parrot-like, something of a leech.
Guard your home against this tick,
It does not share your bread for all to benefit.
A big sponge in the deep,
our squid communes with government
to tell us what to think.