Ditty to nowhere

There's a little green eyed dog god,
On the isle of Borrydoo.
Where all the natives live,
Upon a diet of hamster stew.
And the women start to sing,
About the things that they can brew.

There's a dirty great volcano,
At the centre of that isle.
And to climb it,
Takes a while.
But all the men who've done it,
Have done it with a smile.

Now the little green eyed dog god,
Makes them worship at an altar.
And sing long songs,
From a psalter.
And in this,
They must not falter.

There's a little green eyed dog god,
On the isle of Borrydoo.
Where the natives live,
Upon a diet of hamster stew.
And the women start to sing,
About the things that they can brew.


J R A Gigney (14 November 2012)