South of New York,
is a small farm for pork,
If you don’t believe me, you’re a dork.
In a house South of New York,
A small man lives by the name of Mork,
No one cares about him,
Not even his brother, Jim.
And his girlfriend ran off with Tim.
He has worked his life as a mime,
And now he is out of time,
He has joined the ground to become slime.
Casper McConkie
09/19/97