Gnu = Gafrican antelope known for its insatiable curiousity.
A year ago, last Thursday I was strolling in the zoo
when I met a man who though he knew the lot.
He was laying down the law about the habits of Baboons
And how many quills a porcupine has got.
So I asked him: ‘What’s that creature there?’
He answered: ‘Oh, H’it’s a H’elk’
I might of gone on thinking that was true,
If the animal in question hadn’t put that chap to shame
And remarked: ‘I h’aint a H’elk. I’m a Gnu!’
‘I’m a Gnu, I’m a Gnu
The g-nicest work of g-nature in the zoo
I’m a Gnu, How do you do
You really ought to k-now w-ho’s w-ho’s
I’m a Gnu, Spelt G-N-U
I’m g-not a Camel or a Kangaroo
So let me introduce,
I’m g-neither man nor moose
Oh g-no g-no g-no I’m a Gnu’
I had taken furnished lodgings down at Rustington-on-Sea
Whence I travelled on to Ashton-under-Lyne it was actually
The second night I stayed there I was woken from a dream
That I’ll tell you all about some other time
Among the hunting trophies on the wall above my bed
Stuffed and mounted, was a face I thought I knew;
A Bison? No, it’s not a Bison. An Okapi? Unlikely, Really. A Hartebeest?
When I though I heard a voice: ‘I’m a Gnu!’
I’m a Gnu, ,A g-nother gnu
I wish I could g-nash my teeth at you!
I’m a Gnu, How do you do
You really ought to k-now w-ho’s w-ho.
I’m a Gnu Spelt G-N-U,
Call me Bison or Okapi and I’ll sue
G-nor am I the least
Like that dreadful Hartebeest,
Oh, g-no, g-no, g-no,
G-no g-no g-no I’m a Gnu
G-no g-no g-no I’m a Gnu
It’s very G-nice of you.
– from Flanders & Swann’s Bestiary