Punch, Or the London Charivari Volume 107, November 17, 1894Various
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Punch, Or the London Charivari Volume 107, November 17, 1894
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English wit and humor -- Periodicals
In the Kingdom of the Yellow,
Where names end in ing and oo,
With a phiz like saffron wood,
Lived proud YOUNGHY-BUNG-BOO-HOO.
He was a thrasonic fellow;
But when smitten he would bellow.
Potted puppies were his food,
Pickled mice he thought ate good.
Boss of a big neighbourhood
Was proud YOUNGHY-BUNG-BOO-HOO.
He was jealous of a Jappy,
Little cove, but full of go;
Rather fond of throwing stones
At big YOUNGHY-BUNG-BOO-HOO.
And that small but plucky chappie
Made big YOUNGHY feel unhappy;
And he growled, in grumbly tones,
"Piecy Jap him pitchee stones!
Me with Jappy pickee bones!"
Said sore YOUNGHY-BUNG-BOO-HOO!
"YOUNGHY pitch in Jap PING-WINGLY!"
But young Jappy had first blow,
When it came to actual strife,
Faced big YOUNGHY-BUNG-BOO-HOO,
Faced and fought him sharp and singly,
Smote him till his nose felt tingly,
He was fearful for his life,
And he yelled "Ho! stoppy strife!
Knuckles cut like lilly knife!"
Said poor YOUNGHY-BUNG-BOO-HOO.
Yes, the big boy pale and yellow
"Kickee up hulla-balloo,"
"And he feelee velly cheap"
Did poor YOUNGHY-BUNG-BOO-HOO.
He began to bleat and bellow,
Overgrown and awkward fellow;
For his guard he could not keep,
From his eyes he scarce could peep,
And the nose grew crimson--deep--
Of poor YOUNGHY-BUNG-BOO-HOO!
Little Jappy sparred up gladly,
And he cried "Fight on, man, _do_!
Your proposals come too late,
Mr. YOUNGHY-BUNG-BOO-HOO!
I will give you beans, BUNG--badly!"
(Here his nose Jap hammered madly.)
"Yah! In fighting I'm your mate.
You cave in a bit too late,
I will whop you--if you'll wait.
Bouncing YOUNGHY-BUNG-BOO-HOO!"
"Though you welly lilly body,
Jap. you strikee biggy blow!
Welly much hurtee--me no play!!"
(Blubbered YOUNGHY-BUNG-BOO-HOO.)
"Me topside feel niddy-noddy.
Oh my nosy! Me will modify the words me mustee say.
Will you pleasy go away?
Me no likee! Me no play!
Welly much hard! Boo-hoo!! Boo-hoo!!!"
On the slippery road and muddy,
Jap then floored him with a blow.
"_Ough!_ Won't _no_ one helpee me?"
Howled poor YOUNGHY-BUNG-BOO-HOO!
Prostrate, with his nose-tip ruddy,
And his mouth all swollen and--bluggy:
"Foreign devils one--two--three!
Barbarians flom beyond um sea!
Can't um--won't um helpee me?"
Bellowed YOUNGHY-BUNG-BOO-HOO.
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