Hari Krishnas at the airport playing tamborines,
Trying to sell me some odd book as I walk through in my greens.
I guess that they don't realize how I earn my daily bread;
Or maybe in their religion it's OK to make things dead?
I wish that they would go somewhere and leave me quite alone,
I've taken leave and simply want to make my way toward home.
But they're eager to recruit me and have me join their trip,
Though all I want is to visit home then get back to my ship!
And so I look at all of them and try to pick just one,
A likely lad who'll see the humor in my idea of fun.
I hurriedly grab a random kid in case my flight is early,
Then drag him in the airport head where he receives a swirly!
He seems a bit upset to have his head in a public toilet,
So I advise him for hygiene's sake to go on home and boil it!
The fun and games is over now and I must board my flight,
And as I walk through the terminal, not a Hari Krishna in sight!