THE BANDICOOTS

The bandicoots run amok.

Round up the usual bandicoots.

Take off our nicknames,

Strip down to our names.

The bandicoots don’t have names.
They’re the visitors.

The bandicoots ring in a bandicoot ring,

The bandicoots huddle and lump.

Get off your hobbyhorse.

Bandicoots on the loose.

Bandicoots and bandicoots

Sail into brochures,

Bopping and bashing to the end of the alphabet.

The stupid bandicoots stay behind.

And the stupidest bandicoots of all

Are you and I.