The Manatee-Metaknight
Great Manatee, who made you
Do you know who made you,
gave you life, and bid you fight
By the stream and in the bush;
Gave you spatula of blight,
Hardy Fishy, terror of night;
Gave you such a tender voice,
Making all the ocean rejoice?
Great manatee, who made you?
Do you know who made you?
Great Manatee, I'll tell you;
Great Manatee, I'll tell you;
He is not called by one name,
For he calls himself Riot
he is strong, and he is dread,
And for that you now are dead.
I a gamer, and you a Manatee,
We both play by his rules.
Great Manatee, rest in peace!
Great Manatee, rest in peace!
The Warwick- Metaknight also
Warwick! Warwick! Jungle's Blight
In the forest with your might,
What mortal man or beast
Could deny you the right to feast?
In what dread land or sea
Did you first conspire to be?
With what claws did you shred?
On what poor soul were you fed?
And what throat and what Heart,
Did you tear out before the start?
And when his life ceased to beat,
What cursed hands? and what cursed feet?
What did you smell? What caused the pain?
For what reason was the manatee maimed?
Was it for good reason?
Or was it devilish fun?
When the star-children struck you down,
Depriving you of the mercenaries crown,
Did you let your beastly nature take hold?
Did you let your human heart go cold?
Warwick! Warwick! Jungle's Blight
In the forest with your might,
What mortal man or beast
Could deny you the right to feast?