23 May 2012
I stare at you all, so unawares
Of the eyes and ears in your midst.
You think you're so smart but the OOG
Can easily combat this.
My leaves rustle slightly in the cool summer breeze
That sweeps through this balmy May eve,
The wolves will attack when the time is right
And your forces forced to leave.
They'll tear you in two as you plot and plan
The downfall of this land on a whim.
They are ruthless and heartless and have no fear
Of ripping you limb from limb.
You've decided to meet in the lap of the enemy
Their general can hear every word
Oh silly Old Red
Snow, Swine, Mr Wolf,
If only you'd ever heard
That trees have spirits, trees have eyes
That can watch your every move
And we're with Opussia, where our roots lie,
Oh, bandits, your plotting's no good.
Spies • Opuss № I