Hark, the Hare Krishnas sing!
In the airport waiting wing!
Sing they loud, in voices full,
But the words are awfully dull
"Haray! Haray!"'s all they know!
No more Santa, no more snow!!
Banging drum and naked scalp,
Does not Christmas spirit help!
Call the damn airpoort police!!
Let us wait, in heav'nly peace!!

Regards,

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