How about this for a SlackHymn. The tune is obvious:
There's a Yeti who's sure
The P.O. Box is Gold
And he's selling spaces on the saucers.
When we get there we'll know
That "Bob" saved our souls,
And our biltongs will curl up with pleasure.
Yes our saviour is "Bob"
With "Bob" there is no prob
Hail to the yeti-spawn salesman.
His pipe is so old,
His frop is so bold
Farewell to the ancient conspiracy
And I watch him blunder,
yeah I really watch him blunder .....
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