A Busload Of Badgers

Er this is a poem about collective nouns and um those sorts of things.

The collective noun for badgers is a busload
The collective term for foxes is a wig
A massing crowd of monkeys is a teapot
And caterpillars cluster in a gig

More than one kangaroo's a landfill
Two or more elephants is a sack
Crows move in books as do sealions and rooks
But a yak is just a yak is just a yak

The collective noun for lions is a desktop
The collective term for sheepdogs is a hump
The word for massed magpies is a front room
And a group of elk or moose is a dump

Even tigers come together in a plectrum
A group of cheetahs you would call a deck or pack
And we all know it's a slaughter of rabbits
But a yak is just a yak is just a yak

You see, a yak doesn't go much for company
He doesn't flock or muster, herd or pod
He prefers a single life and he makes do without a wife
And needs a collective noun as much as God

And as much as God needs a description
To be used when there are several gods around
Although in ancient Greece and in the Hindu lands at least
A use for such a term is quickly found

And so the same could perhaps be said about a yak, too
Not that the Hindus or the Greeks need a word
To express what they see when a yak turns up with three
Other yaks, that would just be absurd

'Cos it's not restricted in that way to those peoples
But all the peoples everywhere every day
May well find they need the word that's so very rarely heard
Because it's the sort of word that people just don't say

But because perhaps it's rarely said, or never
It's not a collective noun that's widely known
And I know that's tautologic but that means it's faultless logic
And I decided to do some research of my own

I went and I asked a Himalayan goatherd
Since if anybody's know he'd be the chap
But since I don't speak Nepalese, or Tibetan, or Chinese
It really didn't help very much