Classic Poem

VERSE 1

Oh, let us fly without delay
Into the country far away,
Where, free from all this care and strife,
We'll go and live the simple life.
How clear the voice of Nature calls;
I'll go and get some overalls,
And get a last year's almanac
To read at night when things are slack.

REFRAIN 1

Let's build a little bungalow in Quogue,
In Yaphank, or in Hicksville or Patchogue,
Where we can sniff the scented breeze,
And pluck tomatoes from the trees,
Where there is room to exercise the dog.
How pleasant it will be through life to jog
With Bill the bull and Hildebrand the hog.
Each morn we'll waken from our doze,
When Reginold, the rooster, crows,
Down in our little bungalow in Quogue.

VERSE 2

Each day, if you will show me how,
I'll go and milk Clarice the cow,
Or for asparagus we'll dig,
Or slaughter Percival the pig.
And if we find a snail or slug
Or weevil or potato bug,
We'll track them down and wring their necks,
Regardless of their age or sex.

REFRAIN 2

Let's build a little bungalow in Quogue,
In Yaphank, or in Hicksville or Patchogue,
Where Hilda, our resourceful hen,
Will lay us omelettes now and then,
As easily as falling off a log.
The cheerful chirp of Frederick the frog
Will greet our ears from some adjacent bog
When we are sitting up at nights,
Comparing our mosquito bites,
Down in our little bungalow in Quogue.

REFRAIN 3

Let's build a little bungalow in Quogue,
In Yaphank, or in Hicksville or Patchogue.
If life should tend to be a bore,
We'll call on Farmer Brown next door
And get an earful of his dialogue.
When winter comes and brings the snow and fog
We'll fortify our systems with hot grog,
And listen, when the nights are still,
To Wilberforce the whippoorwill,
Down in our little bungalow in Quogue.