To the tune of 'Three Blind Mice'

When inspiration fails, I find that setting Lovecraftian lyrics to the melodies of children's rhymes is an excellent standby.

Three fishmen
Clergymen
Feed the sightless ones
Feed them as they come
They're rising up from the murky depths
Horror and gore from the steaming cleft
The dispossessed.
Cultists ...and the rest.