Flowing from those taps by the Mungo
Framed circuits, farms on which slowly grow
Fossilizing dead brains renowned drunk
And stuck with stinking fart from skunks
Skunks use to mark their territory
Staggering with feverish victory
Sending the stench of dead rat
Hitting hard all little brat
Taking pride in night flight
Apprehensive of trite
Choir masters intone
With hammers on stone
G r i p
Want to see liquid
Or you should just quit
So none would see mimbo in a cup
That has been giving us the hiccup.
Take no leave of this pidgin English song,
One that I would could right such big wrong.
By Dr Bill F. NDI.