Martha, the marsh
Martians advancing
Through the swamps
Frightened of the swamps
And the will o' the wisps
The wisp wipers on their helmets
Water in general creeps them out
As they creep through the marsh
In their repellent watersuits
With their repellor mallets
They mash the marsh wisps down
They plant the corpse candles glowing
They set the cattails aflame
The marshins flee like rats
As the martians burn down the marsh
On their mission to Martha