“What is a Bongaloo, Daddy?”
“A Bongaloo, Son,” said I,
“Is a tall bag of cheese
Plus a Chinaman’s knees
And the leg of a nanny goat’s eye.”

“How strange is a Bongaloo, Daddy?”
“As strange as strange,” I replied.
“When the sun’s in the West
It appears in a vest
Sailing out with the noonday tide.”

“What shape is a Bongaloo, Daddy?”
“The shape, my Son, I’ll explain:
It’s tall round the nose
Which continually grows
In the general direction of Spain.”

‘Are you sure there’s a Bongaloo, Daddy?’
“Am I sure, my Son?” said I.
“Why, I’ve seen it, not quite
On a dark sunny night

Do you think that I’d tell you a lie?