I’m being swallowed by a boa constrictorI’m being swallowed by a boa constrictorI’m being swallowed by a boa constrictorAnd I don’t like it very much!
Oh no, oh no, he swallowed my toe,He swallowed my toeOh gee, oh gee, he’s up to my knee,He’s up to my kneeOh fiddle, oh fiddle, he’s reached my middle,He’s reached my middleOh heck, oh heck, he’s up to my neck,He’s up to my neckOh dread, oh dread, he swallowed my…. schlirppp!
“Imagination called up the shocking form of fabulous Yog-Sothoth—only a congeries of iridescent globes, yet stupendous in its malign suggestiveness.” (“The Horror in the Museum”)
“It was an All-in-One and One-in-All of limitless being and self—not merely a thing of one Space-Time continuum, but allied to the ultimate animating essence of existence’s whole unbounded sweep—the last, utter sweep which has no confines and which outreaches fancy and mathematics alike. It was perhaps that which certain secret cults of earth have whispered of as YOG-SOTHOTH, and which has been a deity under other names; that which the crustaceans of Yuggoth worship as the Beyond-One, and which the vaporous brains of the spiral nebulae know by an untranslatable Sign…” (“Through the Gates of the Silver Key”)
I’m being swallowed by a boa constrictorI’m being swallowed by a boa constrictorI’m being swallowed by a boa constrictorAnd I don’t like it very much!
Oh no, oh no, he swallowed my toe,He swallowed my toeOh gee, oh gee, he’s up to my knee,He’s up to my kneeOh fiddle, oh fiddle, he’s reached my middle,He’s reached my middleOh heck, oh heck, he’s up to my neck,He’s up to my neckOh dread, oh dread, he swallowed my…. schlirppp!