Fidele Castro

Was Castro made of Teflon? Or a child of Superman? The CIA in America Couldn't make him kick the can Here's how they didn't do it: They coated his clothing, once With thallium salts to encourage His hair to fall out in chunks They sprayed his broadcasting studio With mind changing LSD Before a televised speech went out. Did it hit him? No sirree! They poisoned a box of his favorite cigars With botulinus toxin They tried to make his cigar blow up But nothing they tried could fox him They placed explosive seashells In his favourite diving spots. But under the waves was he worried? His hide was made of rocks With a hypodermic needle They rigging his ballpoint pen To poison the leader's finger Another misfire again! They doused his diving wetsuit With bacteria and mould spores With lethal chemical agents In his scuba diving drawers They wet his hankies, coffee and tea With horrid bacteria They paid a former lover They engaged the Mafia To poison an ice cream cone to kill Fidele by foul means He died at the age of 90 Surviving all their schemes And whether you loved or hated him He was made of stern stuff But ten years off his century It was time to cry ‘Enough! '