Lopsidock
If I went to Lopsidock
I'd find my long lost polka-dot sock
I left it there on my way to Roo
along with my conundrum shoe.
In Lopsidock the Sojo birds
have learned to speak in native words
They eavesdrop on the foreigners
and consider themselves great listeners
I tell you true, I tell you right
my polka-dot sock is out of sight
For Sojos are also known as thieves
and you never know what is up their sleeves.
They especially like the color blue
and anything made with marshmallow glue
They also are great marble buffs
and their sleeves clinkle clankle with stolen stuff
So, goodbye my long lost polka-dot friend
I wish you great happiness in Sojo bird land
Maybe, someday, I'll travel back through
and we'll reunite, you, me and shoe.
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