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Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Lesson Two: Fishing

"Charg ogga gogg, man chaugga. Gogge chaubunagonga" means,
"You fish on your side, I fish on mine. Nobody fish in the middle."
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..."