7There once was a terrible, horrible day
When Ick settled down on the city of Quay
And nothing was fine,
The sun wouldn't shine.
No matter what, it was there to stay.
The girls of the town brought their hair dryers out.
But the Ick wouldn't leave so they were in doubt.
It stuck there like glue.
Oh, what would they do?
But all they could do was sit down and pout.
They pouted so long (fifteen days at the least)
That Ick grew thicker from the West to the East.
'Till a boy got too loud
And shook up the crowd
And a solution together they pieced.
With two heavy ropes and a pillar just right,
They captured the Ick and roped it up tight,
With a Heave and a Ho,
They made the Ick go
And made it run screaming into the night.
They kicked the Ick right out the door
Every thing was just as before
They were all great and fine,
The sun kept its shine
And the city of Quay was fine ever more.