The Once-It-Was-Herbibiwis-But-Now-It's-Anemic Rag Farewell, you olden days Days of herbibiwocity. Farewell, you golden days For now it's eating meat with great ferocity. That it would turn anemic who would wash? For now it runs a mile to catch a fash! (CHORUS) Once it was herbibiwis All them fash didn't need to fuss, Just swam round and round and round, Didn't need to worry Ôcause they'd never touch ground. All them fash down in the sea They used to feel so safe and free; All the little fashies used to sing and shout, But now it's anemic and they better watch out! Truck on down to the butcher's store, Take a little walk on the sawdust floor; There's no meat to be found inside--- That empty store is the butcher's pride. Steaks and chops hangin' round the door, They ain't hangin' there no more; The butcher couldn't sell Ôem so he used to cry, But now it's anemic and his profits are high! Lyrics and Music by Alan Seidler ©1974 by Simian Press, A Div. of Ook Ook Productions, Inc.