| Be careful by the river when a kappa is about
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| He’s a folk monster, a hairy kind of lout
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| Scaly like a reptile, smaller than a man
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| With green webbed feet, a salamander hand
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| He swims like a fish but the kappa smells dead
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| A flat wet plate on the pate of his head
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| Which must stay wet or the kappa grows weak
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| Sharp little teeth, a nose like a beak
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| Human children are his favourite food
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| Aubergines and cucumbers are just as good
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| Remember that the kappa can irrigate land
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| Help you with the harvest when you need a hand
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| And even at his worst, at the height of his attack
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| If you bow to a kappa he always bows back
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| Totally unprincipled but outwardly polite
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| He’s a folk monster and a rapist on the side
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| He lurks down by the river fingering kimonos
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| So a naked pearl diver should never go solo
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| For a kappa may be lurking on the bottom of the lake
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| Ready to accost and impregnate
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| And soon a little folk monster will be born
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| Bury it at once or the kappa will return
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| If you have to fight you’ll win if you can get
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| The arms off his body or the water off his head
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| Remember that the kappa can bring you fish
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| Reset your bones if you ever break a wrist
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| And even at his worst, at the height of his attack
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| If you bow to a kappa he always bows back |