Down in Mississipi by the light of the moon
The Khandu King plays a Khandu Tune
With fifteen maidens humming strong
To help him in his Royal song

Khandu, whom Mississippi crowned
Is not a King who lies around
Oh, no! Although he likes his fun,
He is a King who gets things Done.

When commerce fell, wealth did abate
Throughout his Noble Southern State
He tracked the source of public evil:
A nasty bug, the old Boll Weevil

But quicker than a Delta Shrike
Old Khandu did with power strike
And brought those weevils to their knees
By broadcasting Pink Flloyd CDs

Until the weevils all around
Came swarming out of Miss's ground
And headed off to leave the Nation
Driven by punitive vibrations.

And now,a challenge worse is leveled,
Born not of Nature, but the Devil!
A scion of hell, in human dressage
Has posted Khandu, King, a message!

His glowing eyes, his smile so pale
Would make a lesser mortal quail
But Khandu's made of sterner stuff
And tell his country men, "Enough!"

"We will not heed this spawn of hell,
Nor turn on poor BeeDubya-Ell
But Rumsfeld turn around again
And send him back to Dubya Two!"

"To arms, to arms, oh, Mississipps!
Bring out your squirrel guns! Man your ships!
We'll squash this monstrous face of evil
As fast as we dispatched the Weevil!"

So spoke the King; the King Khandu
And every Mississipian true,
Stands by tonight, the whole night through,
Wondering what their King will do....


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