We Bobjims are a hairy folk Who like to eat until we choke. Loving all like friend and brother, And hardly ever eat each other. Always hungry, ever thirsting, Never stop till belly's bursting. Chewing chop and pork and muttons, A merry race of boring gluttons. Bobjims gather round the table, Eat as much as you are able. Gorge yourselves from moon till noon, (Don't forget your plate and spoon). Anything edible, we've got dibs on, And hope we all die with our bibs on. Ever gay (Well, actually paedophilic but it wouldn't sound right in this poem, never mind, it's near enough.), we'll never grow up, Come! And sing and play and throw up.