There's a jingle in the jungle,
   'Neath the juniper and pine,    
They are mangling the tangle,  
   Of the underbrush and vine,   
And my blood is all a-tingle   
   At the sound of blow on blow, 
As I count each single shingle 
On my bosky bungalow.      


There's a jingle in the jungle, 
  I am counting every nail,   
And my mind is bungaloaded,     
        Bungaloping down a trail;         
   And I dream of every ingle         
Where I angle at my ease,
 Naught to set my nerves a-jingle,
 I may bungle all I please.


 For I oft get bungalonely        
In the mingled human drove, 
 And I long for bungaloafing       
  In some bungalotus grove,     
 In a cooling bung' location       
       Where no troubling trails intrude, 
 'Neath some bungalowly rooftree    
In east bungalongitude.     
   

 Oh, I think with bungaloathing     
   Of the strangling social swim, 
 Where they wrangle after bangles  
 Or for some new-fangled whim; 
 And I know by bungalogic          
That is all my bungalown     
 That a little bungalotion         
Mendith every mortal moan!  


Oh, a man that's bungalonging     
for the dingle and the loam   
Is a very bungalobster            
If he dangles on at home.     
Catch the bungalocomotive;        
If you cannot face the fee,   
Why, a bungaloan'll do it--       
You can borrow it of me!     

Bungal-Ode

There's a jingle in the jungle.
       Midst the gum trees and the pine:
He is mangling the tangle      
  Of the undergrowth and vine.
And his blood is all a tingle  
   At the sound of blow on blow,
   As he counts each single shingle  
On his bosky bungalow.    

There's a jingle in the jungle:
He is counting evrey nail: 
For he says,"Twill be a haven 
      Where the world will not assail,
And I dream of every ingle    
   Where I'll linger at my ease,
    Nought to set my nerves a jingle, 
   I may 'bungle' as I please." 


Oh, a true word oft is spoken,
When a man is half in jest;
At the mention of a bungle.   
  Even though he does his best.
    There'll be trouble in that jungle
        Where he builds to seek his health:
With his bungalow he'll bungle.
    FOR  HE'S  BUILDING  IT  HIMSELF!  
   
 





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