Very many years ago, the Bolivians were starving so,
They had rats as big as ponies there.
They asked the Pope
To declare them fish.

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We thank the Pope for granting us this wish.
When Friday comes, we´ll all call rats fish.
We catch them with a net, kill with the gun.
We´ll call it all forgotten when we´re done.

They didn´t look like rats at all, but like some horrendous horse doll.
Still they had to eat this thing.
In gratitude, the Pope-they kissed his ring.

Chorus

We´ll call it all forgotten when we´re done.