Klingon Campfire Songs

On top of a blood pie,
All covered with rokeg,
I lost my poor targball,
When somebody snorted.

It rolled off the table,
And on to the floor,
And then my poor targball,
Rolled to Stovokor.

It landed on Kahless,
on top of his head,
and so he condemned it,
to the Barge of the Dead.

So if you are in Gre'thor,
and on food you are short,
and you find a targball,
make sure you don't snort.

Nobody likes me, everybody hates me,
I think I'll go eat qagh!
Big fat nasty ones,
Half dead sleepy ones,
Oh how they wriggle and squirm!

Down goes the first one,
down goes the second one,
Oh how they spasm in death!
Up comes the first one, 
up comes the second one,
Oh how they spasm in death!

Nobody likes me, everybody hates me,
I think I'll go eat qagh!
Big fat nasty ones,
Half dead sleepy ones,
51 varieties of qagh! 

Old MacMartok had a farm, e-i-e-i-ooh!
And on that farm he had a targ, e-i-e-i-ooh!
With a grunt, grunt here and a grunt, grunt there,
Here a grunt, there a grunt, everywhere a grunt, grunt,
Old MacMartok had a farm, e-i-e-i-ooh! 

Old MacMartok had a farm, e-i-e-i-ooh!
And on that farm he had a tribble, e-i-e-i-ooh!
With a purr, purr here and a purr, purr there,
Here a purr, there a purr, everywhere a purr, purr,
grunt, grunt here and a grunt, grunt there,
Here a grunt, there a grunt, everywhere a grunt, grunt,
Old MacMartok had a farm, e-i-e-i-ooh! 

Let me call you par'mach
I'm in love with you
Let me hear you loudly roar you love me too
Growl, kick, claw and bite me with a passion so true
Let me call you par'mach
I'm in love with you