Green grows my bogling fork!

Many thanks go to Topsy for this one. You really, really had to be there. For those that were, here's the rest of the song:

I'll sing you one-oh!
(Green grow me Bogling Fork)
What be your one-oh?
One is the grunge upon my splod, masking my Cordwangle!

I'll sing you two-oh!
(Green grow me Bogling Fork)
What be your two-oh?
Two are me looming thrums, see how they jangle.
One is the grunge upon my splod, masking my Cordwangle!

Three are the times I've lunged my groats!
Two are me looming thrums, see how they jangle.
One is the grunge upon my splod, masking my Cordwangle!

Four for me whirdler's bent-oh!
Three are the times I've lunged my groats!
Two are me looming thrums, see how they jangle.
One is the grunge upon my splod, masking my Cordwangle!

Five's the wonglers up my spong,
Four for me whirdler's bent-oh!
Three are the times I've lunged my groats!
Two are me looming thrums, see how they jangle.
One is the grange upon my splod, it's ruined my Cordwangle!!!

Laugh? I've never seen so many tears.

11 comments:

Mz. B.Trousers said...

Oh my.

Destructomeg said...

I believe that *this* is the compulsary version?!!!! and we need Mr Tops to teach us the actions too.

So many tears!!!!!

Krin said...

nooooooooo!! I came to work to escape from Fitz's incessant "green grows my boggling fork". He was still murmuring it this morning in bed, when I left him to be "sick". He was sleepily starting on the mythology of what a boggling fork is and why it would be green...

Must find new song to replace this one in my head.

Destructomeg said...

well a good googling turns up nothing useful... looks like this is the task Fitz was born to do...

Wenchilada said...

Oh dear. Please tell me he was drunk. He was, wasn't he?

And thankyou Ms Hunydd. Big hugs your way.

Wenchilada said...

Oh dear. Please tell me he was drunk. He was, wasn't he?

And thankyou Ms Hunydd. Big hugs your way.

anti ob said...

Yay! Mr. Tops for Rowany Bard! (What? Its period, aint it?)

Mr Tops said...

We need to make up more verses. Five verses is not nearly enough.

Krin said...

Write something new, please! I need to see something other than "green grows my bogling fork" when I check to see how my firend is doing.

How's the dress?? Or the kitties of doom.

Daughter of Dame Celia Molestrangler said...

There seem to be some lines missing.The last verse goes, as I recall...

'Ill sing you five-oh etc..
'What is your five-oh ?'
'Five are the wogglers up my spong,
Four are my wordless bent-oh,
Three are the the times I've lunged my groats.
Two are me looming thrums, see how they dangle,
One is the grunge upon my splod-it's RUINED my cordwangle !

At the lead up to 'five are the wogglers up my spong' Kenneth Williams' voice wobbled and he nearly lost it; had to sing 'Five are the wogglers up my spong' very fast & in one breath !

Thanks for the memory

Daughter of Dame Celia Molestrangler

Michael Martin said...

I always thought it was "see how they gangle"