In the land of the Oojama-wojaflip
Lived a Pygmy by the name of Pip,
A renowned hunter of great esteem,
With the longest spear you've ever seen.

The Flip, for short, was an enormous beast,
Who went shopping Sat'days for his favourite feast.
'A nice bit of Pygmy tonight I think
Then down the Old Swamp for a swift drink.'

Now Pip, for short, was a little fella,
Wanted Flip for tea, big 'n' yella.
So out came his spear and his hunting shorts,
The same as when the Crocapig he fought.

They were on course for a head to head,
To fight to the death or 'til one was dead,
Then out of the trees the Flip did stoop,
And bit Pips spear tip and made Pip poop!

'It's time we talked sensibly', thought Pip
'It's time I ate Pygmy', thought Flip
It's now that Pip had a better thought
And threw Flip a lump of Crocapig pork.

So Pip and Flip are the best of friends,
It's shows there's always a means to an end.
They could have fought right to the death,
But Crocapig's better for a 'Wojaflips breath.

08/01/2005