Once upon a time in the tower that Cuccubao built There was a old man who swore without guilt His language was so foul that milk soured And his manners left a lot to ask when food was devoured.
His one and only eye was blue like heaven And out of his family he cared only for seven Alas two of his grandchildren were so deformed That as they entered a room his temper stormed.
"Get out! Get out! Out of my way" And so they did with faces gray "He hates us." The twins wailed loud "While our brother Stroke makes him proud"
They were called Unit and they were strong To prove they had done nothing wrong They tried to make their grandad smile So out in the swamp they killed a crocodile
They left it for show under the family tree But of grandad they did not see It´s a hard thing being ignored So they killed him one night while he snored
They then ran far away into the night With a only a flashlight burning bright It was there that they would find A man and woman to bind
If only they had guile and wit They could prove they had the grit To take on a knight and her dragon And later load them on a wagon
