| When I was young... |
[Feb. 27th, 2009|11:09 pm] |
When I was young, I used to have a book or a poem or something which started like this:
"Deep in the dark green Congo
Where the sun hardly goes
There lived a whistful Pongo
who sang softly though his nose"
Now, if this isn't enough to make you go down and get a copy of this book - it gets better. He becomes a pirate on a pirate sloop and everything.
But I can't for the life of me find it on Google and I really want to know what it is. |
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