On the road along their plantation
is an entire nation.
A pint of salt and,
torny saggy grass piercing their bare palm.
On the neck is the tiny hope,
a rope that sings of thousand penny
in a nude baffling auction.
A twenty rude lashing is an option
of call to glory.
We want to see this He’
as our glorious home.
Apes obey! Apes! eeeh Apes! Apes!