ramblings and things
The Yong of Yonga Yonga Land
Had learned to count to three
By using both his elbows
And the cap of his left knee.
By the use of his right one
He found he could add one more
And so the Yong of Yonga Yonga
Could suddenly count to four.
He'd progressed a little further
Having learned this little trick
And so he got to five
By adding in his navel
The Zong of Zonga Zonga land
Being Jealous of this skill
Ambushed him in the woods
With a real intent to kill
Thus he fell a victim
Of a far too early a demise
Being felled deaded by a brick
He caught between the eyes.
And to this very day
The Yongs and Zongs unite
Three times a year in memory
Of that dreadful dreadful night.
And they have a five day week
A very peculiar amount
Because thanks to that tragedy
That's as far as they can count.
And every single year ends when
seventy three weeks have passed
And every single one is
A repeat of the last.
Life had been so simple
Until it went a little bad
Because the Yong of Yonga
Went and learned to add
The moral of this story is
That whatever in life you do
It can get a little complicated
If it's shared by more than two.
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