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The Song Challenge:   Lost your 'Olympic' spirit? Here's a little story that should help to inspire all of us to 'go for the gold' . . . So, Go For It Challenge!rs!!   Thirty contestants from around the globe recently gathered in London for the second annual round of the Official World Dung Spitting Championships. CNN's Amanda Kibel was there to witness the 'action':   "It might not be the most physically demanding sport in the world, but mentally, it's a real challenge. All you need, say competitors, is a good lung capacity, limber lips, a strong mind and stomach, and a prime pellet of animal dung. The aim of the game is simple: overcome the resistance to placing the dung in your mouth and then, spit it out.   The all-important dung selection is first, and the competition was fierce for pieces of the finest droppings, gathered on a game farm in Africa, yielded by the Kudu, a small deer-like animal. And clearly, not just any old dung will do. A worthy pellet must be firm, not crumbly, and preferably, not too fresh.   As the first training session unfolded, interest from some passersby was high, but controversy dogged this competition from the start. One woman passerby commented, "You're spitting! And there's a rule about spitting in this country.  There is, there's a bylaw about spitting."   The games must go on. Competition day dawned, and competitors embarked on the vital warm-ups (gulping large portions of golden ale and dark stout). Mouths well lubricated, they spit their best, but in the end, it's a sudden-death playoff.   The Dungmeister, the reigning champion, the man who, in the past, has spat a mighty ten meters, faces off against an unknown, a rank outsider! A new champion is born, and he pays tribute to his technique: "I use the little pointed end (of the dung) towards the back. That seems to work."   But it takes more than just technique. Dung spitters say that what it's really all about is a simple case of mind over waste matter."

Dung In The Bushveld by MMario
(Tune:  Down In The Valley)

MMario's Comments:  Interesting how much information there is about this on the web. The formal term is evidently koedoebokdrolverspoeg, but informally the sport is known as koedoedrolspoeg.  I am assuming a pronounciation of co-doe-droll-spo, and the tune is "Down in the Valley".

Down on the bushveld, what is that smell?
Pellets are flying, or so they tell.
Pellets of dung, dear, spit high or low
And they will call it, koedoedrolspoeg!

Chorus:
Koedoedrolspoeg, Dear, koedoedrolspoeg!
Pellets are flying, koedoebokdrolverspoe!
Spit out the dung, dear, spit out the dung
run up to the sleeper*, and spit out the dung

The kudu has horns dear, that grow in a twist
But that's not the end, dear, that gives you to spit
The kudu eats mopane, acacia and grass
And your ammunition, falls out of it's ass

Chorus

You choose just the right one, and soak it in beer
Or mampoer or witblitz, or liqour that's clear
Put back a few glasses, to get up your nerve
then pop in the pellet, and spit out with verve

Chorus

A good shot's nine meters, The best is fourteen
Now why is the audience, all turning green?
Try not to inhale,dear, it's really bad style
but you'll get the hang of it, after a while

Chorus

* A railroad tie, or "sleeper" is used to mark the firing line 

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