I
Hear
the Koopas with their
shells -
Verdant Shells!
What a world of merriment their
plant-like hue foretells!
How they're speeding, speeding,
speeding,
In the icy air of night!
While the stars that
oversprinkle
All the heavens seem to twinkle
With a crystalline
delight;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To
the slamming into Mario that so powerfully wells
From the shells,
shells, shells, shells,
Shells, shells, shells -
From the
pounding and the slamming of the shells.
II
Hear the
Koopas with their shells -
Crimson shells!
What a world of
tyranny their homing in foretells!
Through the balmy air of
night
How they slam you with delight!
From the slams that
release notes,
And all in tune,
What destruction from them
floats
To the Paratroopa listening, while he gloats
On the
moon!
Oh, from out the pounding shells
What a gush of impact
that voluminously wells!
How it swells!
How it dwells
On the
Future! How it tells
Of the rapture that impels
To the speeding
and the slamming
Of the shells, shells, shells,
Of the shells,
shells, shells, shells,
Shells, shells, shells -
To the
homing-in and the pounding of the shells!
III
Hear the
Koopas with their shells -
Winged blue shells!
What a tale of
terror, now, their turbulency tells!
In the startled ear of
night
How they zoom to your affright!
You're too horrified to
speak,
You can only shriek, shriek,
Out of tune,
In a
clamorous appealing to an explosion of fire,
In a mad
expostulation with the bursting, booming fire,
Flying higher,
higher, higher,
With a desperate desire,
And a resolute
endeavor
To destroy your kart forever,
By the side of the
pale-faced moon.
Oh, the shells, shells, shells!
What a tale
their terror tells
Of despair!
How they zoom, and boom, and
soar!
What a horror they outpour
On the bosom of the
palpitating air!
Yet the ear it fully knows,
By the zooming
And
the speeding,
How the danger ebbs and flows;
Yet the victim,
frightened, tells,
In the flying
And the booming,
How the
danger sinks and swells,
By the blasting and exploding of the
anger of the shells -
Of the shells,
Of the shells, shells,
shells, shells,
Shells, shells, shells -
In the speeding and
the blasting of the bells!
IV
Hear the Koopas with
their shells -
Spiky shells!
What a world of evil now thought
their spikiness compels!
In the silence of the night,
How we
shiver with affright
At the sadistic menace of those spiked
bones!
For every sound that floats
From the blast when they
explode
Is a groan.
And the Koopas -ah, those people -
They
that dwell up in the steeple,
All alone,
And who tolling,
tolling, tolling,
In that muffled monotone,
Feel a glory in so
rolling
On that Mario's heart a stone -
They're not Monty
Moles nor Chain Chomps -
They are neither Boos nor Thwomps -
They are Koopas:
And their king it is who tolls;
And he
rolls, rolls, rolls,
Rolls
With the blasting of the shells!
And
his merry bosom swells
With the booming of the shells!
And he
dances, and he yells;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of
Runic rhyme,
To the blasting of the shells,
Of the shells -
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the
pounding of the shells,
Of the shells, shells, shells -
To the
sobbing of the shells;
Keeping time, time, time,
As he knells,
knells, knells,
In a happy Runic rhyme,
To the rolling of the
shells,
Of the shells, shells, shells -
To the tolling of the
shells,
Of the shells, shells, shells, shells,
Shells, shells,
shells -
To the blasting and the pounding of the shells.