(1)
Whole Poonan stood
The times were good
Everything seemed funny
Until a meaner race
Took up the place
That ate the combs
And sold the Honey.

(2)
Within this hive
We are all alive
Good liquor make us funny
So if you are dry
Come in and try
The flavour of our honey (1)
Four upright honest decent men
A meeting did convene
To choose in private there and then
The local Beauty Queen. (2)
The candidates got off their marks