The Song of Bush Meat Glory to God in the highest heavens, Purest of joys to all of us Bush Animals Who roam the earth to eke out a living. For, if Ebola be for us and in us Who then shall pursue and kill us? Even though you humans shoot us With your barbed, poisoned arrows, Of course, we shall surely die, But you too shall never enjoy our meat For, in our blood runs Ebola, live and active We therefore thank the Lord, the Creator Who has brought relief and succour to us all Now we can sleep with both eyes closed And snore rancorously like your VIPs in FCT Who get frightened at the slightest tickling of death Your tables of beer will be empty of us You’ll no longer wash us down your throat With acidic beer and dry gin again We hoot and boo you - greedy human beings: Wuuu! Wuuuu! Boo! Boo! Wup! Wup! Wuuuuuuu! (17:08:2014)
Posted on: Mon, 18 Aug 2014 07:07:25 +0000
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