Into the Mouther’s Mouth
Not what it looked to be
With multiple eyes to see
Always ready to feast and feed
Animal or vegetable
it’s reprehensible
Spit, babble, and confusion
Make up its special attacks
Standard form is what it lacks
Gibbering, gibbering, gibbering
Sends the soul a shivering
Mouther, mouther, mouther
Endlessly devouring
Gibbering, gibbering, gibbering
Sends the bravest scurrying
Mouther, mouther, mouther
Tirelessly babbling
Blinding spittle is one such plan
Six mouths each trying to bite
Saving throw the only way to fight
Transmutes the ground around its form
Moves quickly through the mire
Consuming life is its desire
Insane noises distort the mind
Don’t know what direction to go
Stumble into its viscous flow
Gibbering, gibbering, gibbering
Jellied flesh all quivering
Mouther, mouther, mouther
Fighting and confusing
Gibbering, gibbering, gibbering
Gelataneous obliterating
Mouther, mouther, mouther
Into the mouther’s mouth