Meeskite, meeskite
Once upon a time there was a
Meeskite, meeskite
Looking in the mirror
He would get
Such an awful shock,
He had a face
That could stop a clock.

Meeskite, meeskite
Loved a girl who also was a
Meeskite, meeskite
When they stood together
Everybody would stop and stare
They were the onliest pair

Soon they were married
And in a year she turned and smiled:
"I'm afraid, I am going to have a child".

Nine months she carried
Worrying how's that child would look
And all the cousins, well, worried too,
But what a turn fate took:

Gorgeous, gorgeous
They produced a baby that was
Gorgeous, gorgeous
Crowding 'round the cradle
All the relatives awed and wooed
He ought to pose for a baby-food.

Gorgeous, gorgeous
Would I tell a lie?
He's simply
Gorgeous, gorgeous
Who'd have ever thought
That we could see such a flawless gem,
Out of two meeskites like them?

Moral, moral
Yes indeed the story has a
Moral, moral
"Thou you're not a beauty
It is nevertheless quite true
There may be beautiful things in you".

Meeskite, meeskite
Listen to the fable of the
Meeskite, meeskite
Anyone responsible for loveliness large or small
Is not a meeskite at all!