I'll sing you a song of the Culebra cut,
The place that resembles a mad goat all butt.
The treacherous landslide is ready to slump
And squelch the canal with a squash and a dump.

In the midst of the stream see that small raking scow.
It is filled up with dynamite like a mad cow
All ready to burst at the touch of a match,
So keep on your shirt, please, and don't pull the catch.

The Rip Snorter sits on one side of the stream.
He sups at the bowl of pomegranate and cream.
The fire is low, the liver undone,
The fried monkey withers away in the sun.

On the opposite side of the sluggish canal,
The Rip Snorter's friend, that jolly old pal,
The Hum Dinger, perched on the rocking stone drones
Love songs to his flock of tame vinegerones.

The Hum Dinger dozed on the rocking stone tippy.
The Rip Snorter snorted, demoralized dippy.
The moonbeams beamed down on the sign on the scow, see,
Read, "Thompson's torpedoes, be careful, allow me."

The vinegerones flirt around the Hum Dinger.
The Rip Snorter scribbles, he is an ink slinger.
Oh ignorance blissful, serenely doltlike.
Cimmerian clouds creep along, thunderbolt like.

The green lizard, beautiful gleams iridescent,
The crawling tarantula sniffs ever present,
The sleek German Indian hides under cover,
The moonbeams reflect from the green lizards' mother.

The tropical sun is a big proposition,
It centers its aim on the scow's ammunition.
The heat is tremendous, the lyddite explodes, click!
'Tis Thompson's torpedoes just having their picnic.

The crackling thunderbolt bumps the bump slick.
The rickety earth slides the slumpety, quick.
The spider, the Hum Dinger, bugs and Rip Snorter
Sink down out of sight in the black muddy water.

Just keep up your courage and don't give a rap, don't.
Because if you worry, why, nobody else won't.
Of course they don't mind, don't care nothing whatever.
So please follow suit, you'll be deucedly clever.

The daily occurrence of landslides are useful.
It stirs up the insects, it feeds the wild goose full—
I mean his fat stomach and crop were extended—
His tummy felt comfy as homeward he wended.

The Wang Doodle grins with delight, a forerunner
Of rapturous times, he's a "son of a gunner."
More vinegerones and Rip Snorters assemble.
They gurgle with glee and with frightened awe tremble.

The Culebra cut, one gigantic success is.
Unites the two seas after many a mess fizz.
The spiders and vinegerones have their fling.
Rejoice! all is gladness. Triumphantly sing!

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