Meeting the Whitchamagooey
The whitchamagooey on a Saturday night
Was waving and spitting at everyone in sight
spit landed on my brother who shrieked like a girl
We laughed and tossed him and gave him a whirl
Where did the whitchamagooey come from we asked?
No one knew, but he had an agenda, and was up to the task
He painted the sidewalks pink with polka dotted hearts.
While he did this, he let out sixty thousand delicate farts.
We were laughing so hard now, we had such a great time
My father gave the whitchamagooey six bucks and a dime
Buy some lunch on us, he told the whitchamagooey
The beast gave him a bite on the ear and said “you may call me Louie”
We had never had such a great time on a Saturday night
We were laughing all the way home, the moon big and bright
Our mother wanted the story, but you would have had to have been there
The whitchamagooey gave us laughter, while others got a big scare.
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