A doggerel series about the countries of the world.
You can find it right there on the horn of the thing—
Yes, Djibouti’s the name—it’s a name you can sing …
Well, almost you can sing it; you must take the time
And think of some words that will sensibly rhyme.
I suppose you could sing that a cootie lives there—
It can rhyme, just a bit, with Djibouti (I swear!).
It’s a land of some beaches—some highlands, of course.
And the temperature’s hot for a man or a horse.
And, no, I’ve not been there, and not likely to go—
For I think I might miss both the autumn and snow.
But still there it resides on the African coast
Where its people must feel now and then just like toast!