Round the thread and home again That's the Otter's way Faster faster, faster faster There's no earthly way of knowing Which direction we are going There's no knowing where we're ottowing^ Or which way the thread's flowing Is it raining, is it snowing Is a zanclean flood a-blowing Not a mustard pixel is showing So the danger must be growing Are the fires of gimp a-glowing Is the paint-dot-net mowing Yes, the blitz quest must be growing For the otters keep on ottowing^ And they're certainly not showing Any signs that they are slowing