The Race

Part X (The Race)

Lovingly crafted,
He was the perfect idol.
The Emus loved him.

Bokal’é’kimosh
Flying, running, walking, he -
was the best statute.

Seventeen golems
Could not stop the Great Morkif –
Bokal’é’kimosh

Bokal’é’kimosh
Bokal’é’kimosh the strong –
Bokal’é’kimosh

The emus needed
To win the Great race, to get
The golden Jet-paks

With these golden paks,
The Emus could get to spades –
And eat his marshes

Spades had run away –
The emus needed to find
Him to rescue Pens

Bokal’é’kimosh
They needed to win the race
To get their Jet-Paks

The Golden Jet-Paks!
Oh, the beauteous objects –
Allowing you, too

The Emus wanted -
the Jet-Paks for two reasons –
One which’s been said

The other reason
Is to be the great envy
Of all of the lands

No-one has seen them.
Come in close contact with one,
or even touched one!

the emus thought, and
At last decided to win –
Not come in Seventh

The race was going
To start very, very soon –
Emus were ready

At last the whistle,
The golden whistle of Plrghäännh
Blew its nose to death

The Emus started
Bokal’é’kimosh and flew –
Not before they said:

Quintessentially,
Iowa is Iowa –
It’s mediocre