• People are purple,
    And purple is pink,
    But purple's the colour that flows down the sink!

    Who are these people,
    Who live down this hole?
    Why do they sit and they worship a mole?

    Come, to a land
    Of unicorns, away!
    Come to the place where wood elves play!

    Why do they sit
    And they worship this rat?
    But, lo and behold, it turns into a bat!

    Fly out of the hole!
    Fly, fly free!
    Come, my child, be purple like me!

    Purple, purple,
    Purple some more!
    Let us go out through the purple door!

    But what is this?
    I see a fly!
    Cannot you see that it wants to die?!?

    Of flies and peasants
    And kings and queens,
    This is the land of battle and dreams!

    With purple here,
    And purple there,
    And purple thrown out everywhere!

    This fantasy world,
    It continues still,
    As flies as martyrs against God's will.

    The people down the hole;
    They kill each other:
    Mother, father, sister, brother...

    Over the rainbow,
    Joyful smiles!
    People laughing for miles and miles!

    Dragons and dreams
    And beautiful lies!
    Flying music with wings to the skies!

    Through the fields
    Is sheer bliss!
    But what is this? The King is Swiss!

    The hearts of fire
    Melt souls of ice,
    And all you can say is 'that's not nice' ?!?

    All poetry
    Must carry on:
    This is the poem of Babylon.