Cergaius Walluping Mumps don't go down
Without saying a word, in fact they frown
So that Toallying Bullying Warts get
Mad enough to come out and place a bet
On who's going down, you or the Wall Mumps?
Who's getting a shoe imprint on their rumps?
But whistle me hearties a gentle tune,
And soon they'll think you're a right old fat loon
Who jumps atop the cow jumping the moon;
And other names, like right frightful old goon!
Yet don't get cocky when you whistle so,
Otherwise they'll come back and lay you low.
You'll find yourself in a blue humor, black;
You'll know, them Walluping Mumps are all back.
Walluping Mumps, (c) Luke Bennette, June 2012
Without saying a word, in fact they frown
So that Toallying Bullying Warts get
Mad enough to come out and place a bet
On who's going down, you or the Wall Mumps?
Who's getting a shoe imprint on their rumps?
But whistle me hearties a gentle tune,
And soon they'll think you're a right old fat loon
Who jumps atop the cow jumping the moon;
And other names, like right frightful old goon!
Yet don't get cocky when you whistle so,
Otherwise they'll come back and lay you low.
You'll find yourself in a blue humor, black;
You'll know, them Walluping Mumps are all back.
Walluping Mumps, (c) Luke Bennette, June 2012
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