Never Never Land The UMC's

Who do you seek, kids?
Well we seek the fruits of nature
UMCs, that’s their names
We searched for miles around
And found dead blue cheese
Off the shores of the isle

Emphatically the answer was “yes,”
Knowing that the men were residing somewhere near
“Hip-hip-hooray-hoorah” was the estimated shout of the children all drenched in cheer
Come out, wherever you are, UMCs it’s we
Who?
We are the kids of Never Never Land who never saw a man with a mic in his hand
Well yes I am the man, yes I am, yes I am, yes I am, yes I am
Yes you are
Certainly endowed with the graces of a good style
Fun for all, for the children of afar
Follow me now on the path to the mountain chill
When I reach the top, what should I shout?
What should I shout? What should I shout? What should I shout?
I have no idea, then again, I don’t know why fear would be
Relevant in situations such as so
Unless the element required to give such a blow
Was never there
My structural craft is what attracts
All to the man, the kids of Never Never Land