In the Warthog Oompah Band,
there’s no evidence of skill.
Every note arrives unplanned,
booming low or piercing shrill.
In the Warthog Oompah Band,
there’s no melody or tune,
like a rocket sent unmanned,
veering off course, past the moon.
For the Warthog Oompah Band
there’s an audience of one,
(no-one regal, no-one grand).
Hours of solitary fun!
For the Warthog Oompah Band
shares the pillow next to mine.
While I yearn for slumber land
I get PARP and HONK and WHINE ...