The tiny wee land of Wuzimomojangobango

In the tiny wee land of Wuzimomojangobango

The peoples from birth they all learned the tango

It freed them from bondage they grudgingly bore

To the nuclear forces who dwelt just next door

The tango was viewed with disdain by the world

Those immodest gyrations were insults well hurled

They belittled the tyrants of commerce and wealth

Who felt that good morals were crucial for health

They used to roam freely, Wuzimomojangobangonies

Their foodstuffs had flavour to wet your bagonies

Garnishing protein with hot chile and dill

This culinarian refinement it needed no pill

But their lands were begrudged them, all desert and salt

A strategically yearned homeland, it was all their fault

For tangoing ceaselessly and valuing laisser aller

A consort of legions over took them with stealth and with valour

They fought back by dancing with passion quite delirious

Till rounding them up with their livestock was imperious

To scuttle them all to some boundaries marked clearly

With fences of barbed wire subdued them not nearly

Canons they fired, “Wuzimomojangobango” they cried

Human canon balls sailed forth from wherever they could hide

And landing they tangoed in the now alien land

Subverting the children of the tyrants new stand

Foul play called the tyrants while covering their faces

Betwixt firing the tango balls back to their places

But the children where blemished beyond any repair

They sat by the barbed wire and just had to stare

Now god he was chuckling at all this fine passion

And in his great wisdom he was smitten to fashion

A great duster which swallowed up all the barbed wire

A huge ugly pile it consumed mile after mile

Pulled up to the heavens this demolished encumbrance

Heaven's artists constructed a sinful inductance

Twas the Wuzimomojangobango tango erected with care

Shameless dancers dancing naked half a league in the air

It set down so gently with vibes of great stealth

In the midst of the constructs of power and wealth

This monster just oozed out it's moral depravity

Would take years to unseat natures pull on it's gravity

Chaos ran rampant and now our Wuzimomojangobangonies

Grew rich feeding hot spices to drench the bagonies

Of tyrants unfettered to tango with passion unbinding their will

To beleaguer the good earth with their nuclear swill