When the breeze from the blue bottles blustering blim Twirls the toads in a tooroomaloo, And the whiskery whine of the wheelesom whim Drowns the roll of the rattatatoo, Then I dream in the shade of the shally-go-shee, And the voice of the bally-molay Brings the smell of the pale poppy-cods blummered blee From the willywad over the way. Ah, the shuddering shoe and blinkety-blanks When the pun lung falls from the bough In the blast of a hurricanes hickety-hanks O'er the hills of the hockety-how Give the rigamarole to the clangory-whang If they care for such fiddlededee; But the thingumbob kiss of the whangery-bang Keeps the higgled-piggle for me. It is pill-po-doddle and aligobung When the lolly-pup covers the ground. Yet, the poldiddle perishes plunky-plung When the heart jimney-coggles around. If the soul cannot snoop at the gigglesome cart Seeking surcease in gluggety-glug, It is useless to say to the pulsating heart, "Yankee-doodle ker-chuggery chug..."