In arctic Spec, where blizzards brew.
Where the snow is white and ye fingers blue.
Where theres really nothing much to do.
'Cept count therizinosaurs, one and two...

But lo, you might see something new!
It has no claws or feathers too
Tis a mammal I am telling you
Of a kind we call the Caripoo.

Twas dizzy with a bout of Specworld-flu.
With headphones on, I was listening to
"Bloody Sunday" by U2
When I did spy a Caripoo!

He looked a wee bit like a gnu
But his jaw was more like a kangaroo
His odour was such, I turned green and blue.
When I caught one whiff of that Caripoo.

Then a lammox came, 'least a tonne or two.
Upon the ground, yea did it poo.
It stunk to high heaven, I said "pee-euwww!"
Then I saw the approaching Caripoo.

Now what would you do
If a Caripoo
Consumed a doo-doo
Right in front of you?

I don't know 'bout you
But I'd up and spew
If I saw a pile lammox doo
Go into a Caripoo!

And so my revulsion grew and grew
Till from my mouth the torrent flew!
And spew and spew did I verily do
All thanks to that damn Caripoo!

(Text by Brian Choo)

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Ten months ago (or was it two?)
I set upon a task to do
I would make a world so new...
I did not expect the caripoo

I met a bloke, you know him too
His eyes, they flashed the brightest blue
His name, of course, is Brian Choo
And he has made the caripoo

At first we liked him, yes, it's true
A fine addition to our crew
But then his wickedness showed through
In such creatures as the caripoo

Oh, we lament our Brian Choo
We'd have expected more from you
You forced upon our merry crew
The vile, the horrid caripoo

What is a man (or god) to do
When faced with that there thing he drew
From this day forth, I will eschew
All creatures like the caripoo.

(Text by Daniel Bensen)

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Crazy indeed is the one called Choo
Some say he is obsessed with poo
The Rectal Probe he also drew
along with the dreaded caripoo.

From where it came we never knew.
But the insanity grew and grew
from Australia to Ohioo
just because of the caripoo.

The danger in the things Choo drew,
Only the Dan-God really knew.
Which is why "What's New"
doesn't lead to the caripoo.

When our children are old and grew
They will wonder of this thing we do.
Poetically writing, instead of saying "P-U!"
to something like the caripoo.

We will say, "It's a tale we knew.
A Saga of Brian Choo
And all the crazy things he drew.
Not the least of which is the caripoo."

(Text by Clayton Bell)

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And finally...the Reprisal

Greetingz all! It's Brian Choo
How're things hangin with all of you?
Some colourful prose here on Yahoo!
In grim response to the caripoo.

Like the telltale heart of Edgar Allen er... Poo.
Their rhythmic bleats drive me cuckoo
They haunt me in my dreams they do
Those evil steenking caripoo!

And like the raven, in which flew.
(Once more by Edgar Allen Poo)
"Nevermore!" I shout at you
To enquiries regarding the caripoo

So I do pledge, my words ring true.
No more I say, no caripoo!
And contrary to some of you.
I do not have this thing for poo.

I'd rather be slowly sawn in two.
Or stuck with no paddle in a leaky canoe
I'd rather watch Highlander II
Than meet another Caripoo.

I'd rather be stricken with Spanish flu
Or trapped on the summit of K2
For endless hours do I rue
The day I met the Caripoo.

I'd rather be beaten black and blue.
Or grab a lance and run me through.
Or blown to oblivion by a B-2
Than bear witness to yet more caripoo.

Or mashed into a lump of goo
Till one would think I was fondue
My severed limbs flushed down the loo
Please, no more no more caripoo!!!
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Here comes another one...boohoo!

(Text by Brian Choo)