All well, quiet night
He wrote as the report
The truth was so much different from
Those few words written there
First there is Marybelle
A lady of forty three
The term lady to use here
Is meant quite jokingly
Marybelle in frilly knickers
Short, short skirts and tees
Built like a long distance trucker
Including the bushy beard
Hairy legs like orangutan
And hairy chest to match it
To refer to her as him
Would bring anger quickly
So we all play along
Makes living a bit easier
Next is Trisha, she is a she
This is most assured
Lifts her skirt, says looky, looky
Come feed my little beaver
This beaver is so ravenous
Would eat all in sight
Should have a sign hang at entrance
Beware all ye who enter here
Tis a chance you might not survive
The encounter with our Trisha
Then there is Robin
We're not sure as to what it is
By name it could be either
As wide as high, so much fat
It just keeps on eating
Food must be locked up all time
It prowls in midst of night
To seek a snack or two or three or more
It seeks to keep on eating
Should you leave anything around
That's the last you'll be seeing it
Next is Robert, he looks fine
But never shake his hand
All day long he plays pocket billiards
Keeps a tight grip on his friend
Sings silly songs like, Tugboat Annie
Or heave ho tug away we go
Women complain when they see his antics
But he can't really help it
Last of all is Abduhl Maheer
Camel driver from Central Australia
Tall and wiry, bald with whiskers
Actually he's really from Sydney
Dreams of driving camels outback
Along the Gunbarrel Highway
What he sees looking out of mirror
Is an Arab, short and swarthy
So all well will read the report
As well as things can be