THE ROAD TO NAN-DEL-POO
FULL MERRILY I BLYTHE ALONG THE ROAD TO NAN-DEL-POO.
MY LEGS WENT ON BEFORE ME, THEY LEFT AT HALF-PAST-TOO.
MY JIK-JAK PACK IS FULL OF STONES, MY RIBS ARE BLACK-AND-BLUE,
AND IF IT RAINS BEFORE IT SNOWS, I'LL SURELY CATCH-THE-FLOO.
THE ROAD GOES ON BEFORE ME, THE RHUMIN CATTLE THRONG.
BUT I DO FEAR WITHOUT MY LEGS, THERE'LL BE NO TRAV'LING SONG.
THE CLOUDS ARE BLUE, THE SKY IS GREEN, I FEAR THERE'S SOMETHING WRONG,
FOR BEADS OF PERSPICACITY NOW TO MY BROW BELONG.
FOUR SCORE AND TEN OF FINE BROWN HEN HAVE PASSED ALONG THIS WAY,
THE FARMERS WIFE, ALL FULL OF STRIFE, HAS HAD A MIS'RIBLE DAY.
"THEY MUST COME HOME, NO MORE TO ROAM, COME HOME WITHOUT DELAY"
"PLEASE SEND THEM BACK,ALAS ALACK, FOR THEY HAVE EGGS TO LAY"
THE COUNTRY SIDE IS OPEN WIDE, MY THUMBS ARE ALL AQUIVER,
FOR I HAVE SEEN SALVATION ACROSS THE SPRANGLING RIVER
TWO FINE BRONZED LIMBS ARE CAPERING, THEY'RE DANCING REELS AND JIGS,
SKIPPING HERE, AND LEAPING THERE, AND FRIGHTENING THE PIGS.
I KNOW I RECOGNISE THEM, I'VE SEEN THEM OFT BEFORE,
FOR THEY HAVE KEPT MY TORSO FROM DRAGGING ON THE FLOOR.
MY LEGS ARE COMING BACK AGAIN, I SHOUT HULLA-BALOO,
NOW I CAN GO ON TRAVELLING ONCE MORE TO NAN-DEL-POO.
With apologies to Milligan, just wanted to see if I could do one in his style
