Obaba Museum

Torches and lamps, candles and flames,
It wasn’t always so,
I go back in time reliving that moment,
Yeah, the bliss before the arrival of the great bird,
We gather outside to gaze at the full moon,
Share a story or two,
Perhaps even a fried moose,
The chirping of the bird is quite different tonight,

The scene changes as we all turn to gaze at the big bird 🐦,
Who ruins everything with a sudden poo drop.

The end...
(Dedicated to our people resident in wartorn Ukraine, we're praying for you)