In a forest green and plush
Near to a river strange creatures rush
Tall and skinny with pointed heads
They dance amongst the flowerbeds
Long spidery legs, arms thin and narrow
Spines so erect, straight like an arrow
Narrow of body, naked they run
No smiles on their faces they are not having fun
Expressions of agony twist their sad faces
Wracked with deep pain and fixed with grimaces
Eyes filled with tears that pour down each cheek
Why do they dance here? What do they seek?
These creatures it seems
Will go to extremes
Because they cannot stand still
They do not have the will
Why you may ask do they indulge in this task?
The answer I found
Grew near to the ground
For barefooted they prance
But it is not in a dance
Sharp brambles and thorns stick in their toes
But why choose to dance here?
God only knows?
The Masokins gain pleasure in causing great pain
So dancing in thorns these creatures remain…