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The Bubba of Scuz
and the Bimbo of Loo
were sharing a pizza
with nothing to do.
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They sat and they talked;
though but little was said.
So they dabbled in
bumblefunumpus instead!
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(which cannot be explained,
and is never polite;
whether done by day,
or darkness of night)
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But the Bubba of Scuz
was a Loyalty Scout
which meant that, with Bimbos,
funumping was out.
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For Loyalty Scouts
(most unusual of breeds)
think telling the truth,
the best of good deeds.
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If ever you slipped
into trouble so deep,
you thought a good lie
was the best way to keep
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your brains in your head
and your seat in your pants,
a Loyalty Scout would say
“Don’t take the chance!”
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But a Splonger named Ken
had been watching the glade
where the Bubba and Bimbo
funumped in the shade.
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“At last!” said the Splong
(a repubnacious sort’a guy)
“Now I have what I need,
to entice him to lie.”
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The Bubba of Scuz
was then pressured to tell;
of the things he had done,
in the glade by the dell.
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“Did you yert with palookas?
Or miff some goopats?
I heard that you fleegered
a blooper with gnats!”
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“I’ve done no such thing,”
said the Bubba of Scuz,
“those just aren’t the things
that a Scuz Bubba does.“
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“But what about Bimbos”?
enquired the Splong,
“Funumping with Bimbos
is equally wrong !”
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“I never funumped
with the Bimbo of Loo;
if you say that I did,
what you say isn’t true.”
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Except that it was ! !
Bringing Bubba up short,
when the Splonger named Ken
made his final report.
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So take this advice
when you're feeling ashamed;
stick to the truth
or you’ll wind up defamed.
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The Loyalty Scouts
will muster you out;
your good friends will wonder
what you’re all about.
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And history’s scribes,
remembering you,
will skip all the good
you endeavored to do.
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Like the Bubba of Scuz
who, ’til history’s end,
will be linked to his Bimbo
and the Splonger named Ken.
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