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Behemoths beneath the waves,Fuel being shovelled by exhausted slaves.
These are the gods of the Ocean Floor --
Nemo's Subs! One o' Four!
Along the horizon the black ships rise,
Atop the masts, the Jolly Roger flies.
Domination of the Sea is sure --
Pirate Ships! Two o' Four!
Dust-clouds bloom over the plain,
While on the ground, the horse-steps rain.
Enemies shaken to their core --
Men of the Land! Three o' Four!
Shining metal splits the Skies,
Powerful engines scream war-cries.
Brave young Masters of the Azure --
Roaring Planes! Four o' Four!
Sorry to disappoint you now,
Please stand up and take a bow --
For you see, you've been had,
And this will really make you mad:
These Four o' Four of whom I speak,
Are not the Four o' Four you seek.
The truth is unimpressively bland --
The page you requested is not at hand.
--Daniel