a priest named mike
had been
in a far off land
for 2 years
facin' his fears
seein' the sikes

teachin' then how to plant
fight them ants
their crops & trees
whatever their people might needs

then he got the call
come home that's all
you got 2 weeks
ta' do whatever you seeks

the priest realized
he had never iodized
the English language
with it's talk & speech & anguish

so he decided what to do
teach the chief Englisg true
he wanted to make it simple
kinda' like pickin' a pimple

so he took
The Chief for a walk
a look
an Old English Talk

this here's a tree
waitin to see
the chief said that thers a Tree

the priest said
yup that's what she be

then there was a rock
the priest said
"knock-knock"
this hard thing is laid
here in the ground
hear that sound
a rock it be- see?

chief said rock to he

then
off in the bushs'
they heard the rushs'
the sound
of 2 lovers on the ground

the priest he blushed
not knowing what to say
the chief he rushed
to see these 2 at play

"he's ridin' a bike"
the priset said

then chief he took
a second look
then he gave 'em both a shot
from his blow-gun
poisened with whatnot
but deadly as could be
deads son of a guns

the priest he be
naturally
upset
naturally
he asked
"why in the world did you do that"

the chief looked at him & frowned
then he knew he found
the right words to say
so he do some word play

....
"like it or not mike
that be my bike"...