A Fitting Last Act for the Cannibal King and His Coconut Queen

<![CDATA[There was a song we used to sing when we were little tykes in elementary school (and always at Junior Girl Scout campouts). It was a sing-song little number about a cannibal king courting his sweetheart. I am kind of tickled to see that, even decades and decades later, it's not considered so politically incorrect that it can't be listed on a YMCA camp's songlist. The melody is so bouncy, and the lyrics are so idiotically simple that everyone learns them in a trice. ]]>