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Sue The Gnu Made Of Poo
Kate Rancid

Illustrated by Mollusc Sarah




Sue the gnu was a gnu made from poo,
A gnu made from poo,
A gnu made from poo,
Sue the gnu was a gnu made from poo,
And this is her story,
Her story that's true.




Sue the gnu was born down a loo,
Born down a loo,
Born down a loo,
Her ears made from wee and her nose made from poo,
Sue the gnu,
Sue the gnu.




Sue the gnu then grew up and she flew,
Grew and she flew,
Grew and she flew,
Up in the sky which was cloudless and blue,
Cloudless and blue,
Sue the gnu.

She floated around as she took in the view,
Took in the view,
Sue the gnu,
She flew and she flew and she flew like you do,
Flew like you do,
Happily flew.




The sun was in sight and much hotter she grew,
Hotter she grew,
Sue the gnu,
Her nose grew quite soft and her antlers did too,
What should she do?
Sue the gnu.

Her ears made from wee were a bubbling brew,
Hot bubble brew,
Ears of Sue the gnu,
And the smell could be smelt even in Timbuktu!
Smelly? Yeah phew!
That pooey gnu!

The sun worked its charm and her nose turned to glue!
Smelly foul glue!
That nasty gnu!
And her ears they exploded and fell out of view,
Oh what to do?
An earless gnu!




Her antlers and nose that were made out of poo,
Fell off then too,
They fell off poor Sue!
And hurtled towards a poor bus stop queue,
What would they do?
Oh what would they do?

The queue all looked up at the sky that was blue,
And saw the gnu,
Oh what a to-do!
They all tried to run, but then down came the poo!
Nasty old poo!
All over the queue!

The antlers were next and they hit right on cue,
And covered the queue,
In horrible poo.
The crowd were all smelly -
Well you would be too,
If covered in Poo,
From Sue the gnu!




One man in the queue had some poo on his shoe!
Poo! On his shoe!
On his shoe that was new!
And a lady's nice hat was all covered in poo,
AND with wee soaked right through,
With wee soaked right through!

The queue were quite puzzled as none of them knew,
Of Sue the gnu,
The gnu made of poo,
They NEVER found out she was born down a loo,
And that she then flew,
In the sky that was blue.

No they NEVER found out why one day in a queue,
They were covered with poo,
From their hats to their shoe,
No they never found out,
And they just never knew,
They did not have a clue,
About Sue the gnu,
The gnu made from poo.

Sue the gnu.
Sue the gnu.






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