This is a cry to Baba
He of the flywhisk fame
He who calls what is not as if it is,
And what is like it has never been,
Baba, you said on elections eve,
That we who follow and love you,
Should abstain from eating fish,
Till you whisk us across yonder,
Where fish and manna never lack,
Now baba we did as you decreed,
And lived up righteous,
Awaiting your great announcent,
That indeed we have crossed the river,
But Baba.....
Even a BrOKeN clock is right twice a day