To be sung to the tune of 'Darling Clementine'.

Joe he were a young cordwangler
monging greebles did he go
And he loved a bogler's daughter
by the name of Chiswick Flo

Vain she was and like a grusset,
Though her ganderparts were fine
But she sneered at his cordwangle
As it hung upon the line

So he stole a wogglers moulie
For to make a wedding ring
but the Bow Street runners caught him
And the judge said "you will swing"

So they hung him by the postern
nailed his moulies to the fence
For to warn all young cordwanglers
That it was a grave offence

There's a moral to this story
Though your cordwangle be poor
Keep your hands off others moulies
For it is against the laaaaaw

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Zebedee
"Raised to a state of heavenly lunacy where I just can't be touched!"