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Robert W Service - The Boola-Boola Maid
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In the wilds of Madagascar, Dwelt a Boola-boola maid;
For her hand young men would ask her, But she always was afraid.
Oh that Boola-boola maid She was living in the shade Of a spreading Yum-yum tree;
And - when the day was done At the setting of the sun, She would make this melodee: 

As this ditty she was cooing, Came a Boola-boola man;
And he lost no time in wooing; For he punched her on the pan.
Oh that Boola-boola maid She was terribly afraid So he punched her on the eye;
And - then he laugh`d with glee As beneath the Yum-yum tree He - heard that maiden cry: 

Then with shrieks of ribald laughter, Said the Boola-boola man;
"If it`s only socks you`re after, I will do the best I can.
I have handed you a pair, And I`ve plenty more to spare," So he socked her on the nose;
And a woeful maid was she, As beneath the Yum-yum tree, This - lamentation `rose: 

Now the wedding tom-tom`s over, for this Boola-boola maid;
And when ev`ning shadows hover, She no longer is afraid.
For she weasrs a palm-leaf pinny And she rocks a pickaninny In the shade of the Yum-yum tree,
And she`s happy with her he-man, Though she still dreams of a She-man, As she sings this song with glee: 

        Chorus:
        Oh - I don`t want my cave-man to caress me,
        Oh I don`t want no coal-black heads to press me.
        All I want is a fellow who wears suspenders,
        That`ll be the coon to whom this babe surenders.
        For the man I wed must have a proper trouseau.
        On none of your fig-leaf dudes will make me do so.
        For it`s funny how I feel, But I`m crazy for socks appeal
        And my dream is to marry a man with a pair of socks.
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