Hogwash And Balderdash

Hogwash and Balderdash, chickens from the pen

Are coming down the rivers of Salafessien

Are picking out fish bones on unstable rafts

And checking every angle, every foliage gap

'I can't keep this speed, the Sun is too much'

'Oh, Balderdash settle! You've just lost the touch'

This Hogwash he stood, and he licked fingers clean

While mocking his comrades

Admits to defeat

He kicked, he scolded

Pulled on low cheeks

Hogwash and Balderdash, chickens from the pen

Surveying the beaches of Salafessien

Are picking out the pebbles and throwing them ashore

Are checking every second for men of the law

Hogwash stops and stares at the floor

'From where comes this stench that can't be ignored? '

Lucky for Balder, his sweat escapes view

This being origin of the aromatic stew

Which led to the following bellow of 'Phew! '

With his right on his nose, Hog's left hand claps Balder

Across his bare scalp as if to extract

His brain, thought submissive, that inside grows bolder