Warsaw Yak Hunters
Warsaw whelps
Quiver like arrows
As they hunt the great white yak
And purge all nitrates from aforementioned yak
And when they buy their new catamaran
With their nitrate-free yak earnings
They will ride the seas until landfall
But they will always be
A Warsaw whelp.
You may call them townies
Unless their headgear forbids it
Or their paunch suffocates your mouth
Like a blatantly open umbrella
But you know they come from Warsaw
And not Paris
So cheer the whelps of Warsaw
And give them a new drummer
And a laundered hurrah
For hurrahs are welcome
And drummers are always necessary
When you’re purging nitrates from yaks
In Warsaw.