I just dunno aboot tha' Giok who lives ort the top
of tha' cawld awld place way way up north
they's naw trees 'n shrubs and they's naw crop
and they'se hunker doon for all what they'se worth.
they's noos far too much and they says far too little
Giok now, he considers and ponders and droives y'rig
He drinks they'se beer noo and wipes they'se spittle
and knows to stays silent until they's his gig
now that's when he'll sing, roar and he'll holler
'til the crowd's all up a'yellin' and a'screaming
but then, he knows when to be a real quiet foller
and he surely does know when to be quietly lead-in.

and apologies to the linguists among us Giok