Vamp Till Ready

Not too shabby,
Kinda crabby,
Keep them coming,
Keep them humming.
Will I get there,
Or get nowhere?
I don’t know yet,
I can’t tell yet.

Where’s the party, Artie?
You going to the big dance tonight?
Oh no, Sheil. I’m just staying home and listening to Judy Garland records.
Well, you’ll be sorry then.
Whence and whither?
Thither! Thither! Thither, of course!
Any fool knows that.

White, red, blue and green
Makes you look so clean.
Black, brown, gray and purple
Makes you look so je ne sais quoi.
Whether you agree or not,
It’s a grave matter, quite grave.

Onward, brave men, into the jaws of Destiny!
Fear not for your selves, think of your loved ones.
Little Willy, Tad, and sweet Marie, huddled ‘gainst the impending story,
Defenseless against the Mongol hoards.
But ye, ye men,
Ye Men of Bargle, ye have it in ye
To win the day and save them all from certain horror.

So on, on I say!
Onward into the breach
And the devil plague him in your eyes ye espy.
And cleft him twain, thrain, and again.
Cleft him from s’noggin to s‘toe. Stop nought till s’bell s’run and s’eye’s alight!
A’blinkin and winkin till Thursday.