Hogwash and balderdash

Chickens from the pen

Coming down the rivers

Of Salafessien

Picking out fish bones

On unstable rafts

Checking every angle

And foliage gap 


“Can’t keep this speed,

The sun’s too much"

“Balderdash settle! You’ve just lost the touch”

This hogwash he stood

And licked fingers clean

While mocking his comrades

Admits to defeat

He kicked and he scolded

And pulled on low cheeks 


Hogwash and balderdash

Chickens from the pen

Surveying the beaches

Of Salafessien


Picking out pebbles

And throwing them ashore

Checking each 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 the origin of the aromatic stew

(Which led to the following bellow of “phioux!”)

With his right on his nose, hogs left hand claps balder

Across his bare scalp as if to extract

His brain, thought submissive, that inside grows bolder....