(to the tune of 'Away in a Manger')
A trip out to Innsmouth, no sense in your head,
Those strange fishlike natives require your death,
The stygian chanting echoes through the night,
Your cackling innnkeep then puts out the light.
The Shoggoth are screaming, 'Cthulu awake',
From R'lyeh deadbutdreaming the world he will shake.
We love you, Dread Cthulu; Ai! Ai! Fgthagn Ai!
Now stay by my side until morning is nigh.
Non-euclidian geometry will send you insane
And unknowable old ones you'll call out by name
The stars in the night sky go out one by one
Celebrate their coming as they put out the sun.