An ancient tribe the proud Chimu
Live in the forests of Peru.
They hunt for alligator shoes,
On sleeping bears they take a snooze.
They stroke piranhas with their hand,
And flip them out onto the land.
They ride bareback on jaguars,
And plot their journeys by the stars.
They sail on rafts across the lake,
Towed by an anaconda snake.
They prospect in the streams for gold,
To make new teeth when they get old.
And when they have a little party,
The shindig’s fun, the laughs are hearty.
They drink a wine that’s made from berries,
And fly all week just like canaries.
They’ve lived like this a thousand years,
‘Cos no one speaks, and no one hears
Of them at all - well only me:
I know - I made them up you see.
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