There is a fair isle called Handa
Where bird watchers go to stand-a
A rise in those goin’
Means they need a new throne
At a cost of 50 grand-a.
At such an exorbitant price
I imagine the loo to be nice.
But there’s no running water,
So what is the bowl for?
Would a hole in the ground not suffice?
It has to withstand blasts of wind,
The kind from outside and within
Though the answer’s not cheap
It must be built deep
Or the structure would soon topple in.
But with everyone’s eyes looking up
Can’t they just get behind a tree stump?
And go in the grass
With a leaf for their ass
And save us the cost of a dump?
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