Piglet In Weymouth
To catch the dreaded Heffalump
Before the break of day
Required an early-morning hump
And Oil of Olay
Oh, Oil of Olay, I say! Yes, Oil of Olay!
We all set out in line astern
Upon Falooka Bay
When it turned cold, we had to burn
The bales of new-mown hay
The bales of new-mown hay, I say! Yes, bales of new-mown hay
The Heffalump, let it be said
Despised our Southern brogue
And HUAC had pegged him as a Red
And branded him a rogue
Oh, they branded him a rogue, I say! Yes, branded him a rogue!
Contributors: | Kansas Sam, Beefy, Apsley, F, Roland. |
Poem finished: | 3rd February 2005 by Roland. |