Cthulhu's Nest
(lyrics copyright © 2008 Ernest Clark.  Sing to  Cuckoo's Nest)

As I was a-walking near Providence one day
I spied a lovely maiden, and unto her did say
"May I be bold to understand that the book within your hand
Shows a taste for reading fiction on Cthulhu's nest?"
  
      Some like a novel where the hero gets it on,
      And some like the tales of an empire come and gone,
      But give me a plot that's from the Necronomicon,
      At the bottom of the barrow lies Cthulhu's nest.

"Sir," she said, "I thank you for your quick perceptive wit
You have warmed me in my worries, if only for a bit.
But I need another dose of this lurid purple prose,
So farewell as I go nearer to Cthulhu's nest."

"Wait," I cried in panic, and she faced me with surprise,
And a world bereft of beauty brightened now before my eyes,
"Would you like to have a bite and over lunch discuss the plight
Of the travelers ill-fated for Cthulhu's nest?"

Our meal became an afternoon, the afternoon a night
Of terror indescribable conmingled with delight,
As in a fevered dream I recall a muffled scream,
And our thoughts returned but slowly to Cthulhu's nest. 

So now we go in company to face the deeping gloom,
Two specks of dust and vanity sweeping to a doom,
And our friends in blissful ignorance all smile and wish the best
As hand in hand we walk together toward Cthulhu's nest.

(repeat Ch.)