CHORUS:
"Our tongue," said the tribesman,"'s a marvelous, grand thing.
"As I'm sure, when you've heard, you'll agree.
"We haven't a word that means 'misunderstanding',
"For our speech is, in fact, context free."
"Our nasals will randomly vary with stops,
"All sibilants freely exchange.
"We have seventeen vowels--yes, I know, that's a lot--
"But the thing is, they all sound the same.
"All our verbs pass for nouns, as I'm sure you have found,
"But no noun can be used as a verb,
"Yet our adjectives serve as both verb and noun,
"A feature you may have observed."
CHORUS
"The genders we use, they must not be confused,
"We mark living, unborn and deceased.
"But a stone is considered both living and born,
"While a boy might as well rest in peace.
"We have tenses galore, for our verb system's vast,
But the trick is to keep them all straight.
"And we haven't a sense for the present or past,
"But each tense gives the hour and date."
CHORUS
"Our word order's fixed, it's at base OVS,
"But the surface form's more OSV,
"And at times, when we please, we may also possess
"SVO, VOS, SOV.
"Our semantics is quite isomorphic with form,
"What we say we invariably mean,
"And we mean just the thing that we say, nothing more,
"Nothing less, nor a jot in between."
CHORUS
Feeling very content the young fieldworker went,
Of his savage informant took leave,
And to his employer the data he sent,
While the tribesman laughed into his sleeve.
The linguist then thought: "These data are strange
"That we got from a tribesman unknown,
"But lest all my colleagues should think me deranged,
"I had best leave this language alone."