Robinson Crusoe - Cud

Every Tuesday, Friday spied him

Wriggling round on a triangular mound

«Let me teach you justice economics:

Shillings and pence

You know they don’t make no sense.»

How can you sell me sky and the rain?

They’re not of you however much you claim

Please don’t let the colour of my skin

Flavour your culinary coq-au vin

Vigour, vim and a perfect grin —

It made him one sunny jim

I’d really like to be more than an arm’s throw

Away from Mr. Robinson Crusoe

Friday’s daily dose of opiates

On my strict moral conscience it grates

So in punishment I sent him down

To a bamboo prison in a bamboo town

Friday’s puzzled, looking old

He really can’t tell what he’s done wrong;

«Look Mr. Crusoe, I can’t dig this

Why punish yourself for an indulgence in bliss?»

Vigour, vim and a perfect grin —

It made him one sunny jim

I’d really like to be more than an arm’s throw

Away from Mr. Robinson Crusoe