'What is a Bongaloo, Daddy?' <br />'A Bongaloo, Son,' said I, <br />'Is a tall bag of cheese <br />Plus a Chinaman's knees <br />And the leg of a nanny goat's eye.' <br /> <br />'How strange is a Bongaloo, Daddy?' <br />'As strange as strange,' I replied. <br />'When the sun's in the West <br />It appears in a vest <br />Sailing out with the noonday tide.' <br /> <br />'What shape is a Bongaloo, Daddy?' <br />'The shape, my Son, I'll explain: <br />It's tall round the nose <br />Which continually grows <br />In the general direction of Spain.' <br /> <br />'Are you sure there's a Bongaloo, Daddy?' <br />'Am I sure, my Son?' said I. <br />'Why, I've seen it, not quite <br />On a dark sunny night <br /> <br />Do you think that I'd tell you a lie?<br /><br />Spike Milligan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bongaloo/
