The Storks - Stephin Merritt

(come, chum, from gum humdrum!

Drum mum from some numb slum

Some dumb slum scum bum gum

Some bum plum rum, yum!

Um, hum some

Thrum some, bum some bum rum

Some come from mum

Some come from cum

Strum, thumb!

thrum, thumb!

Gum some plum, mum

Thumb some bum cum

Dumb slum cum chum)

A naughty boy led others in jest

About the tiny storklings in their nest

Who were afraid, and told the storkess so

She said:

«be patient now, but when you grow

Bring all good children sisters and brothers

From yonder swamp, where unborn babies hide

But that loud boy, who jeers above others

Bring him the babe who dreamt too much and died

We’ll show that nasty, vicious little fool

The stork is not the bird to ridicule.»