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 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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