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  Ooga Booga

My daddy poor
came to the door
as sister whispered
ooga booga

He thought he might
just say goodnight
as sister whispered
ooga booga

The light was dim
and dark within
as sister whispered
ooga booga

And with a start
he clutched his heart
when sister screamed
ooga booga

He groaned and said
my dear, you’re dead!
when sister moaned
ooga booga

And it was true
her flesh was blue
as sister cooed
ooga booga

In days gone by
he’d make her cry
when daddy said
ooga booga

"Oh sister dear
please have no fear
when daddy says
ooga booga,"

I’d whisper low.
It scared her so
when Daddy said
ooga booga

"Mom, tell him no,"
we pleaded so,
when daddy said
ooga booga

until the day
she passed away
when Daddy said
ooga booga.

A year ago
they laid her low
‘cause Daddy said
ooga booga,

but I feared when
she’d come again,
a’whispering
ooga booga.

Then in my room
a shadow loomed
a’whispering
ooga booga.

It was of course
her ghastly corpse
that clutched and screamed
ooga booga.

So Momma cried
as daddy died
when sister sighed
ooga booga.

My Momma knew
that she’d die too
if sister screamed
ooga booga

and on that night
my hair turned white
when sister screamed
OOGA BOOGA!

John Louis Koenig


 
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