Here’s a funny sort of story of an Isle beyond the sun, Of a gleaming golden island seldom seen by anyone; So prick your ears and listen to my most eccentric lays Of the Island and the Zagabog from old pre-Cambrian days-- The mild and humble Zagabog, The plain, good-hearted Zagabog With prehistoric ways. Upon his wondrous head he wore a rather ugly crown; His eyes were green and somewhat sad, his tail hung meekly down; But on a throne of early mud he comfortably sat And ruled his Golden Island in a way I marvel at. He was a peaceful Zagabog, A practical old Zagabog, And quite unique at that.…
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