SeaSky: Part 2

So clever brightly beasties they
Did find themselves another way,
To clean their homes all spanky clean
They made a rubbish-cube machine.
And so their filthsome rubbish turned
To ash and dust as it was burned,
Then into giant cubes encased
And shot out into distant space.
And those old pits they were covered well,
To take away the sight and smell.

But ...
Within the ground filled with their stinking grime,
Their water flowed and was poisoned with slime.
And in this filth of festering rubbish and grot
Their crops started to wither and rot.

When Murgles' work and singing stopped
The Truffles climbed to high hilltops,
The groaning earth beneath their paws
A living beast that once had roared.
Now vast and sick it gurgling sighs
And grumbling coils 'neath liquid skies.