This song is the favorite tune of the animals on Caye Caneen. Caye Caneen is a tiny island in the Caribbean, and is the setting for “Beware of Scrumpy.”
You say “Caye Caneen” like “KEY kuh-NEEN.”
The Caye Caneen Song
by
Kit Oz
Sung to the tune of “The Old Gray Mare” or “Greasy Grimy Gopher Guts”
Nico the dog sings:
Great big globs of briny spiny lobster brains
Crocodile’s muddy feet
Maggot-filled iguana meat
Fish guts reeking in the Caribbean sun
Island life is candy-sweet
When you have so many treats
Princess Grace the cat sings:
Green sea turtles flee in fear away from me
Desperate geckos quickly crawl
From my claws straight up the wall
Parrots, cane toads, wish-willies, tarantulas
In this lovely port-of-call
There’s so much that I can maul
Saidy the land crab sings:
Deep-fried shark steaks smashed beneath a shabby shoe
Pink and purple plastic pails
Stuffed with slimy seashore snails
Bristly blowfish barfed up by a baffled bird
Beaches full of washed-up whales
Let me at their soft entrails
Donovan the crocodile sings:
I like flesh as squishy as a jellyfish
Rats too tough to masticate
Tossed in the swamp to marinate
Snakes like their chow live and kicking but I say
Fresh food’s never half as great
As chicken heads and rotten bait
Juanita the grackle sings:
We all should share… “Hey! My banana, give it back!”
That coati’s such a grump
He’s got sand fleas on his rump
Corncobs, conch shells, mango pits, and melon rinds
Dining at the city dump
You may need your stomach pumped
Scrumpy the dog sings:
Cackling grackle cracking jokes and heckling me
‘Cuz gorging on old coconut
Blasts ghastly odors out my butt
They say, “No!” but there’s so much I can’t resist
Worms will grow inside your gut
If you scavenge like a mutt
All the animals sing:
Crying children means there’s ice cream in the sand
Stealing food’s a simple feat
From tourists sunning on concrete
Life’s a banquet for animals on Caye Caneen
There’s no starving on the street
When you wag an island beat