Me and Mohangi were sitting over a pot of tea In the lobby of the Hilton in Mogadishu. Mohangi said to me: How are things in Tir na nOg? I said to Mohangi: Things ain't good in Tir na nOg. Mohangi said: What do you mean - things ain't good in Tir na nOg? I said: The young are getting old in Tir na nOg. Mohangi said: I'm going into islands. I said: Glad to hear you're going into islands, Mohangi. Mohangi said: There's an island north of Europe. I said: An island north of Europe? Sounds cool. Mohangi said: If I buy, will you manage? I said: What's in it for me, Mohangi? Mohangi said: Grass, leaves, treebark. I said: But I like to judge. Mohangi said: Oh there'll be a whole lot of judging going on. I said: I would like to judge and judge and judge - and judge and judge and judge. Mohangi said: You could judge till the cows come home. I said: And drop live cows out of airplanes? Mohangi said: And drop live cows out of airplanes. I said: We have lift-off, Mohangi. Mohangi said: Take her up, Durcan, take her up.
All my best friends are dying in Mohangi's island, All sitting at home in their houses dying. But I - I am flying low over Mohangi's island Dropping cows on my best friends' houses.