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Deep in the depths of a dark, dark pool lives a water monster named Billy McCool. He's got shiny scales of pink candy ice and octopusy arms that he thinks very nice.
Say, Good mornin, Granny MaamaGood mornin, Grandpa Taata.Good mornin when it rainin.Good mornin when sun shinin.Good mornin.
Jumbie jump highJumbie jump lowJumbie jumpin to calypso
Jumbie doin a dancein de silk-cotton treehe waitin for jouvayan steelban music to breakaway
Lying on the sofaall curled and meekbut in my furry-fuzzy headthere's a rapping beat.Gonna rap while I'm nappingand looking sweet
To vaguely amuseAnd banish the bluesWriting clerihewsI would choose.
Mr MerryhewWould ferry youAcross the Thames at BrayOn a tea tray.
I am the word juggler.I juggle the wordslike swords.I slice sensewith poetic license.
Catfishtake catnaps on seabedsSticklebacksstick like glueTerrapinsare terrific with needlesBut what does a didgery do?
Fire under footfall.Fire over skies.
Fire on a matchstick.Fire in my eyes.
Fire holding hunger.Fire seeking wood.
Fire hiding danger.Fire feeling good.
Let me do it, let me do itLet me blow up the balloonLet me do it, let me do itLet me go to the moon
Itty-bitty. Bat. Tittle-tattle. TatShilly-shally. Shout. Dilly-dally. OutWilly-nilly. Woo. Silly Billy. Boo!Roly-poly. Rip. Pitter-patter. Pip