Flying-octopus Mountain

I haven't slept a wink
And I haven't got a plan

Since I crashed our red stealth zeppelin

On flying-octopus mountain

At night I fend off tentacles

By day I search for food

Too bad there isn’t any

On flying-octopus mountain

My comrades have been eaten

No, I didn't do it

It was the flying-octopuses

On flying-octopus mountain

I should have known that mollusks

Are dirty bourgeois kulaks
Who spurn the Revolution
On flying-octopus mountain

I’m out of cabbage soup

My sickle's getting dull

I won’t survive another night

On flying-octopus mountain

--A Stranded Hermit