Way up north
Near the top of the world
There’s a place where it’s hard to stand
And you’ll see if you go
That the sky’s far too low
In the curious country Squatland

Believe it or not
You must pop a squat
In order to waddle around this place
You’d find if you stood
It would do you no good
As most of your body would be out in space

So lock your knees
When you’re all a’squat
To avoid a Squatlander’s worst fear
Of standing up straight
And realising too late
You’re floating outside of Earth’s atmosphere!

Squatland - A short funny poem about a place where it's hard to stand