Gather round people for its high time you heard
Of a tentacle filled villian
and his dastardly birds
Four folks they took to the field that day,
four heroes whos deeds the angels still say
Anjou the mighty, she was first to fall
Her words of valour I still do recall
Her heroic end was met with "Gah build manager fail"
Before the tentacled monstrosity with its fist did assail
Four folks they took to the field that day,
four heroes whos deeds the angels still say
Next to fall was the Monkee her death filled with grace
As she shot that lone bird square in the face
The bird it was angry and wanted her dead
So with one might bite it took off her head
Four folks they took to the field that day,
four heroes whos deeds the angels still say
The next one to die was Grumpier than all
As Mobs overwhelmed her and lead to her fall
She cursed on her signet for it was the pits
and failed because of her lack of crits!
Four folks they took to the field that day,
four heroes whos deeds the angels still say
The last hero standing was the mighty Ennui
She refused to become all splattered and gooey
She stood her ground by running around
And brought that great tentacled beast face first to the ground
Four folks they took to the field that day,
four heroes whos deeds the angels still say
Our heroes did rise from the well where they lay
A victorious cry as they had saved NY that day
All that remained was the loot to be gotten
And to write this here poem so their deeds were never forgotten
