





There was a hairy man from Nepal,
more hirsute than a Neanderthal.
One would be hard put
to tell him from Bigfoot,
going gray, he was Yeti to one & all.
There was a young man from Hungary
who always wore his blue dungarees.
In summer they fit;
in winter, not a whit.
Chimney cake made his thighs thundery.
There was a safari guide in Botswana
who disliked being quizzed about fauna.
"I don't mean to be rude,
but there's Huge, Fast, and Food --
so, just three types of beast in Botswana."
Food and air, mostly. Ultimately, the Sun, I suppose.

Born to Run by Bruce Springsteen