Africa has its problems
With the outbreak of
Ebola
But spare a thought
for
Every Little Englander
Who is exposed every
Summer to Tombola
Africa has its problems
With the outbreak of
Ebola
But spare a thought
for
Every Little Englander
Who is exposed every
Summer to Tombola
The despot Robert Mugabe
The thorn in Africa’s
side
Is not what the world
envisaged
At the end of the
apartheid
What hope then for the
continent
When such men prosper
Ruling with a fist of
iron
Colder still than the
white oppressor
Yet there will always
be hope
Even if the good
number but a few
When God puts upon the
earth
A man like Desmond
Tutu
Two missionaries are cooking in a pot
The
natives are dancing round a lot
Every
fifth circuit the dancers made
One
man broke away from the parade
And
with his club he hit a missionary
On
the head which seems unnecessary
The
chief is quite alarmed by all this
And
demands to know what is amiss
“These
men will be boiled and eaten
Why
then do they need to be beaten”?
“Why
do you keep hitting the edibles”?
“Because
they’re eating the vegetables”