Wubadee Woopadoo
Wubadee Woopadoo
said the old one waving a wuzu stick
Sacred Corifrum to you this day of Fru
Blessings to you, said I,
oh great Marnix
But Marnix wasn't listening
He headed towards the rainy temple,
the top of his head
polished... glistening!
Oh joy, oh joy
I stomped my foot in gleeful elation
but that's really incidental
It no way embellishes a retelling
nor helps in its summation
Today is the day of the perpetual Fru
When all young Frux dance till three
A day of fearless unbridled celebration
A day of gloop-pie, games and glee
Ohh great klumpim of the highest sneep
we are the Frux of the outer expanse
But now, sadly, the pugnamm turns once more
and Frux ready for their winter sleep,
will make their beds, wet their floors
(The latter may sound weird absurd
Not for Frux... you can,
confidently be assured)
Frux, not that clever nor profound
Frux, like their Corifum cousins
like to play around
To be as Frux, you could do worse
Alas to be born human,
that would be awful
of course
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