Mango

I wonder where that mango goed?
I wonder where it went?
It ran off up the manro road,
Rolled all the way to Kent.

And now it works on hip-hop farms,
To make our beer taste nice,
It has such swit-swot sweaty palms
It scares off all the mice.

The mice rin-run to mango land,
Right to the mango tree,
They lie upon the sin-sun sand,
It's where they want to be.

And when the min-mun mangoes fall,
The mice give them a map,
It tells tall tales of where to crawl
And where to take a nap.

The min-mun mangoes go to Kent,
It's all they niddy know,
They pick their hops and pay their rent
And long for sniddy snow.

For when the sniddy snowflakes come
The mangoes can go home,
Another year of work is done
And so they write a pome:

I wonder where that mango goed?
I wonder where it went?
It ran off up the manro road,
Rolled all the way to Kent.