Ok... Everyone Sing along

[Jenny_Jackson]

Deck us all with Boston Charlie,
Walla Walla, Wash., an' Kalamazoo!
Nora's freezin' on the trolley,
Swaller dollar cauliflower alley-garoo!

Don't we know archaic barrel
Lullaby Lilla Boy, Louisville Lou?
Trolley Molly don't love Harold,
Boola boola Pensacoola hullabaloo!

Bark us all bow-wows of folly,
Polly wolly cracker 'n' too-da-loo!
Donkey Bonny brays a carol,
Antelope Cantaloupe, 'lope with you!

Hunky Dory's pop is lolly gaggin' on the wagon,
Willy, folly go through!
Chollie's collie barks at Barrow,
Harum scarum five alarm bung-a-loo!

Dunk us all in bowls of barley,
Hinky dinky dink an' polly voo!
Chilly Filly's name is Chollie,
Chollie Filly's jolly chilly view halloo!

Bark us all bow-wows of folly,
Double-bubble, toyland trouble! Woof, woof, woof!
Tizzy seas on melon collie!
Dibble-dabble, scribble-scrabble! Goof, goof, goof!



No. I didn't write this. This song came from Walt Kelly.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Care to meet me down in Waycross, Jenny...I know a great little barbeque restaurant just outside the Okeefenokee...

"We have met the enemy and they is us!"

 

[Tio_Narratore]

And then there's a little carol the fisherman sing down in Florida around this time of year...It commemorates an unfortunate honeymoon a nice pair of newly-weds, Angela and Harold of Brooklyn, took one wintertide.
They were out for a stroll the first morning of their clebration when they wandered out on the pier, drawn by the tumult of an excited crowd. The young husband elbowed his way to the railing and then leaned over to get a good look at what had caused the commotion. He leaned a bit too far, and got a bit too good a look. Since that day, the fisherman, or anglers, as they're commonly known, sing this little air...

'Sharks ate Harold,' Anglers cry,
'Goriest of ways to die!'
Pieces floating here and there;
Poor old Harold's everywhere.
Eaten by a Great White Shark
Rising from the Ocean's dark;
With Angela, his wife, we screech:
'Harold is dead!' in Miami Beach.
'Sharks ate Harold,' Anglers cry,
'Goriest of ways to die!'

(And yes, I confess...I wrote it...But it was to amuse my kids when they were young...)

 

[Jenny_Jackson]

Actually, that thing reads like some of my stories