I’ve landed in a wondrous realm
Full of Unfug and Gaiety
The residents here revel in the most
Unmannerly of rituals, and gall to call it Piety!
Would you believe they worship a dead God
who torments leporids
splicing them with Vogel
and compels them to sacrifice their progeny to slaughter?
That the dead one may rise again and rule forever and ever. Amen.
Silly people will believe silly thoughts
But the terror of stampeding children
is more than a civilised mind can bear.
I must away at once,
return to my home
where the dead lay still as befits their station.
We do not bow to superstitions
And no cruel science contorts poor rodents.
Petty gods abound, itistrue
but my sensible kin do them no honours.
Back to home, Back to comforting sorcery,
Back to sanity, Vernϋnftigkeit!
I’m sorry I ever ran away.
I’ll stay forever yours
and never age a day.