Kenders' Musings

In days of old
In a kingdom bold
There lived a dirty muzzie
His clothes were soiled
His turban tight
And his face it was all fuzzy

His goats were killed
In a bombing run
By U.S. Navy planes
And he sat all night
In the pale moonlight
Full of hunger pangs

About that time
A pig walked by
He was fat
Just ripe for eatin'
And the muzzie knew
If the pig he slew
Big mo' he wasn't meetin'

So he sat real still
In the midnight air
His stomach was a-growlin'
Then he grabbed a stick
With a pointy end
And then he went a-prowlin'

He caught that pig
In a dead end wash
And stuck that stick in deep
Hours later
as he wiped his mouth
He said "boy that's damn good meat."

Now the muzzie knew
That paradise
Was far out of his grasp
So he moved to New York
So that he could eat pork
And Big Mo' could kiss his ass