TTTO: The Foggy Dew
by Daniel Kelly – 2025
As down the pen-guins slid one day, on the Heard and McDonald Isles, There came a call from the USA, that Trump had read the files; Now pipes do hum, and battle drums will sound their loud tattoo, And the Pengin bell o'er the Artic swell will ring out when the Tariff’s Due Right proudly high o'er the Icy waste, they hung out the flag of war, Twas better to die neath Antartic sky than give Trump what he’s asking for; And from the herds of Penguin-kind strong birds came waddling through, While Trump’s old chums, with their dodgy sums, demand that the Tariff’s Due. O, the night fell black, and volcanoes crack made the Gulf of America reel, 'Mid the molten rain, seven tongues of flame did melt US Navy steel; From each sharp strong beak, did the penguins speak, we have had enough of you, And when morning broke in one voice they spoke, we don’t care that the tariff’s due. Back through the sea I sailed again, and my heart with pride was filled, For I remembered then, each brave penguin, that fought with strength and will; Now to and fro, in the sea they go, to catch fish in the briny blue, For slavery fled, from the cold sea bad, when don’t pay the tariff due.