Gathering around where sky meets sea,
the gods discuss Piskies.
They chant their spells,
Gods of sea, sky and land,
Trying to stop the Piskie’s plans,
Loud and clear they sing their songs,
They go a bit like this…

Make the sky blue,
The clouds see-through,
Make the sun shine,
For I am the god of the sky,
And I shall fly high.

Grow my beautiful flowers,
Grow my leaves and trees,
For I am the god of land,
You will obey me!

Rise water below my feet,
Obey me,
For I am the god of the ocean,
I am the god of the sea.

The Piskies were doing their thing,
Making mischief all around.
But this time,
One step too far they took,
They planned to litter all over land,
Not knowing their mistakes,
They not only planned to litter
But to spread gasses, cut down trees,
Not knowing the consequences of their trouble making.

A rumble struck, suddenly,
The wind grew wild,
The sea became choppy,
Everything went dark.
Plants were dying,
No fish was being caught,
No food to eat,
Mermaids and mermen, ill and hurt,
The air was polluted,
The air of which we breath.

The gods watching over,
Saw the distress.
Now we come to the spells they chant.
They sing their song,
The songs they sing to undo what is wrong.

The sun, now shining, the sky-blue,
the sea so calm, land too, the plants are growing,
The air is clean,
The Piskies you ask?
Sorted by the gods were they,
They were put into cages,
Never seen again,
Don’t be like the piskies,
Keep the environment clean,
Be like the gods,
Be supreme!