In Munza a Mulgar once lived alone, And his name it was Dubbuldideery, O; With none to love him, and loved by none, His hard old heart it grew weary, O, Weary, O weary, O weary. So he up with his cudgel, he on with his bag Of Manaka, Ukkas, and Keeri, O; To seek for the waters of 'Old-Made-Young', Went marching old Dubbuldideery, O, Dubbuldi-dubbuldi-deery. The sun rose up, and the sun sank down; The moon she shone clear and cheery, O, And the myriads of Munza they mocked and mopped And mobbed old Dubbuldideery, O, Moh-Mulgar Dubbuldideery. He cared not a hair of his head did he, Not a hint of the hubbub did hear he, O, For the roar of the waters of 'Old-Made-Young' Kept calling of Dubbuldideery, O, Call -- calling of Dubbuldideery. He came to the country of 'Catch Me and Eat Me' -- Not a fleck of a flicker did fear he, O, For he knew in his heart they could never make mince-meat Of tough old Dubbuldideery, O, Rough, tough, gruff Dubbuldideery. He waded the Ooze of Queen Better-Give-Up, Dim, dank, dark, dismal, and dreary, O, And, crunch! went a leg down a Cockadrill's throat 'What's @3one?@1' said Dubbuldideery, o, Undauntable Dubbuldideery. He cut him an Ukka crutch, hobbled along, Till Tishnar's sweet river came near he, O -- The wonderful waters of 'Old-Made-Young,' A-shining for Dubbuldideery, O, Wan, wizened old Dubbuldideery. He drank, and he drank -- and he drank -- and he -- drank: No more was he old and weary, O, But weak as a babby he fell in the river, And drownded was Dubbuldideery, O, Drown-ded was Dubbuldideery! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RIGHT TO GRIEF by CARL SANDBURG THE ARROW AND THE SONG by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW TO R.K. by JAMES KENNETH STEPHEN ON KEAN'S HAMLET by WASHINGTON ALLSTON HILLS by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE |