So Long, Farewell

There's a sad sort of clanging from the clock in the hall
And the bells in the steeple too,
And up in the nursery an absurd little bird
Is popping out to say "Cuckoo."
(Cuckoo, cuckoo)
Regretfully they tell us, but firmly they compel us
To say "Good night" to you.

Heffalump said...
There's a sad sort of pleading from the dog in the hall
And the biscuits in the steeple too,
And up in the Nickel Arcade an absurd little wolverine
Is popping out to say "Hullaballoo."
(Hullaballoo, Hullaballoo)
Stealthily they tell us, but stunningly they compel us
To say "Oh my stars and garters!" to you.

b. said...
There's a sad sort of charting from the stethoscope in the hall
And the patients in the steeple too,
And up in the hospital an absurd little cheetah
Is popping out to say "Gomboo."
(Gomboo, Gomboo)
Hastily they tell us, but stat they compel us
To say "Code Blue!" to you.

Melissa said...
There's a sad sort of spitting from the camera in the hall
And the cups in the steeple too,
And up in the jail an absurd little duckbilled platypus
Is popping out to say "Hullabaloo."
(Hullabaloo, Hullabaloo)
Stealthily they tell us, but extremely they compel us
To say "DUDE!" to you.

glittersmama said...
There's a sad sort of jumping from the rock in the hall
And the apples in the steeple too,
And up in Las Vegas an absurd little buffalo
Is popping out to say "Bamboo."
(Bamboo, Bamboo)
Quietly they tell us, but hungrily they compel us
To say "Stay!" to you.

compulsive writer said...
There's a sad sort of kissing from the cowpie in the hall
And the gasps in the steeple too,
And up in Lackawanna an absurd little gnat
Is popping out to say "Buckaroo."
(Buckaroo, Buckaroo)
Spastically they tell us, but organically they compel us
To say "Holy Hannah!" to you.

Kayelyn said...
There's a sad sort of snoozing from the watch in the hall
And the combs in the steeple too,
And up in the bedroom an absurd little rat
Is popping out to say "Bombaloo."
(Bombaloo, Bombaloo)
Grumpily they tell us, but shockingly they compel us
To say "OUCH!" to you.

ThornyTreeLady said...
There's a sad sort of picking from the apple in the hall
And the firemen in the steeple too,
And up in Denver an absurd little horse
Is popping out to say "Toodleoo."
(Toodleoo, Toodleoo)
Sheepishly they tell us, but sideways they compel us
To say "SWEET!!!" to you.

Tori :) said...
There's a sad sort of scratching from the phone in the hall
And the toenails in the steeple too,
And up in the men's room an absurd little meerkat
Is popping out to say "Poo-poo."
(Poo-poo, Poo-poo)
Suspiciously they tell us, but cheerfully they compel us
To say "WORD TO YOUR MUTHA!" to you.

tracy m said...
There's a sad sort of whining from the Bean in the hall
And the benches in the steeple too,
And up in the backyard an absurd little barn owl
Is popping out to say "Hulabalooo."
(Hulabalooo, Hulabalooo)
Mightily they tell us, but delicately they compel us
To say "Huzzah!" to you.

Carrot Jello said...
There's a sad sort of wheezing from the apple in the hall
And the boat in the steeple too,
And up in the garage an absurd little goat
Is popping out to say "Woo Woo."
(Woo Woo, Woo Woo)
Happily they tell us, but daintily they compel us
To say "Freaka Nachas!" to you.

Trena said...
There's a sad sort of dragging from the lake in the hall
And the slugs in the steeple too,
And up in Idaho Falls, ID an absurd little gopher
Is popping out to say "Bugaboo."
(Bugaboo, Bugaboo)
Longingly they tell us, but angrily they compel us
To say "Oh Good Grief!" to you.

No Cool Story said...
There's a sad sort of footballing from the camel in the hall
And the knives in the steeple too,
And up in the tree house an absurd little liger
Is popping out to say "Bugaloo."
(Bugaloo, Bugaloo)
Mechanically they tell us, but dumbfoundedly they compel us
To say "Ay guaraches!!" to you.

Suzanne said...
There's a sad sort of waxing from the buffalo in the hall
And the wives in the steeple too,
And up in the porta potty an absurd little skunk
Is popping out to say "Cuckoo."
(Cuckoo, cuckoo)
Sexily they tell us, but stealthily they compel us
To say "Wahoo!" to you.

nikko said...
There's a sad sort of bouncing from the Taco Bell in the hall
And the sandals in the steeple too,
And up in Paris an absurd little banana slug
Is popping out to say "Igloo."
(Igloo, Igloo)
Mightily they tell us, but clumsily they compel us
To say "Rats!" to you.

Sketchy said...
There's a sad sort of slyly insinuating from the reddish brown overalls in the hall
And the big fat hairy eyeballs in the steeple too,
And up in downtown Phoenix next to the dilapitated "music" shop an absurd little immature Great Dane
Is popping out to say "The Bugaloos."
(The Bugaloos, The Bugaloos)
Hotdiggityitaly they tell us, but angst riddenly they compel us
To say "Y'all Come Back Now, Hear!" to you.

Dawnyel said...
There's a sad sort of spitting from the bazooka in the hall
And the sodas in the steeple too,
And up in Neptune an absurd little beaver
Is popping out to say "Baloo."
(Baloo, Baloo)
Faithfully they tell us, but longingly they compel us
To say "Tough POOPIE!!" to you.

Rebecca said...
There's a sad sort of bouncing from the chemistry beaker in the hall
And the bread bag tags in the steeple too,
And up on top of the refrigerator an absurd little wallaby
Is popping out to say "Tootaloo."
(Tootaloo, Tootaloo)
Moodily they tell us, but liltingly they compel us
To say "WHAT'S THAT ALL OVER THE FLOOR?!?!?!" to you.