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Historical Jingles All Jingles


Word: orange


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You all must have heard that in Asia there grows
An ape with a silver-like map
His distant relation, a man named Ambrose,
Whose proverb was "Follow the end of your nose"
Went home to his friends and began to propose
That they mortgage their houses and most of their clothes
And then form a party, this beast to disclose,
Fitted out with a barque made of scrap.

A battered old Buick they found at the dump
And made them a hull of its parts.
They used for a mast an old buttonwood stump.
They had for an anchor a bicycle pump.
Their cargo consisted of sugar, a lump.
They found them a steward, all buxom and plump,
Whose feet, when he walked, made a rhythmical clump,
And thus their destructioning starts.

A sail they devised from the skin of a cow.
And, searching along through the junk,
They used an old barrel for part of the prow
And six auto tires, I do not know how!
A figurehead made of the ears of a sow.
A pilot wheel made of a battered hay mow.
Then launched they with splendor the dizzy old scow
But at thirty-two fathoms, it

Went home to his friends and began to propose
That they mortgage their houses and most of their clothes
And then form a party, this beast to disclose,
Fitted out with a barque made of scrap.

A battered old Buick they found at the dump
And made them a hull of its parts.
They used for a mast an old buttonwood stump.
They had for an anchor a bicycle pump.
Their cargo consisted of sugar, a lump.
They found them a steward, all buxom and plump,
Whose feet, when he walked, made a rhythmical clump,
And thus their destructioning starts.

A sail they devised from the skin of a cow.
And, searching along through the junk,
They used an old barrel for part of the prow
And six auto tires, I do not know how!
A figurehead made of the ears of a sow.
A pilot wheel made of a battered hay mow.
Then launched they with splendor the dizzy old scow
But at thirty-two fathoms, it

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