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GADGADSBOGEN DAY SPECIAL
Mizkuko laughed -- there was no way
That Llugh could beat the sun
In a day-long race for the night,
No matter how fast he could run.
But Llugh was determined,
He'd prove her wrong!
He'd outpace that steady sun
In a day-long race for the night
That is the subject of this song.
Dawn broke, and it began,
That day-long race for the night,
From one end of the island to the horizon
On the other side, that's right,
The racers raced, but Llugh was always outpaced
By that steady sun.
Time for lunch, and Llugh discovered
Much to his displeasure
A hole in his bag -- his fruit was gone!
Three juppies were all that remained
Of his entire replenishing treasure.
But on he went, he couldn't stop,
He was going to beat that sun!
He ate one juppie and saved the pair
For fuel he might need later.
The sun was setting
And our Llugh was falling behind,
But he would not give up -- he was so close!
He had to beat that sun!
He picked up the pace and continued to race
But oh! he was so tired!
The second juppie had been eaten
And now he reached for the final one
"Please! Your juppie! May I have it?"
Came a voice from the side of the road
"I am so hungy, I've not eaten in days
Please, might you spare it?"
Llugh hesitated, but finally decided
"Yes, do take it -- you need it more than I"
And gave the fruit away.
But lo! What wonder!
For now, you see
It was the faerie Tyleine
"Be blessed by the earth and run!" said she
"Your kindness is your strength!"
And so he ran for the horizon
No longer weary from the distance
He'd beat that sun -- he just had to!
To the edge of the pier -- the finish line!
Llugh bolted for the ocean
He dove right in, the water cold
But very refreshing, indeed!
Night had fallen, but he was pleased
Now it was time to go home.
Tyleine rejoined him on the road
His juppie still at hand
"You must be hungry, am I right?
Yes, that's what I thought
Enjoy each bite, but do remember
To spread each seed as you go
For something new will grow
Wherever one is planted."
Llugh bid her farewell and continued on his way,
He did just as he was told
He threw each seed to the ground
And to this very day, each year
At the island's Gadgadsbogen festival
Something new grows where each
Of his seeds were left.
And that, my friend, is the legend of Gadgadsbogen,
What do you think? Did Llugh win
That day-long race for the night?
Were his efforts in vain, or did he gain
Something worth his while?
We may never know, but one thing's for sure:
Those fruits sure are good!
In the Month of Running the drums will sound
Echoing from Mystery Island to lands all around.
The beat summons all, both great and small,
To the celebrations of the Gadgadsbogen festival.
This harvest of renewal brings with it good cheer,
As some new forms of fruit miraculously appear.
So dressed as their favorite fruits of the past,
Crowds flood the island in a joyful mass.
Parades of decorative floats
Toss fruit themed treats
To the thousands of onlookers
Lined down the street.
Merchants and vendors sell items of rare,
And there's carnival rides and games at the fair.
Alas! It all ends when Cinto Pango appears
To declare the names
Of the new fruits of the year.
But all is not lost, though the crowds dissipate,
Gadgadsbogen will be back next year. It is fate!
Ode to Gadgadsbogen
As days go by, each day as fast
As yesterday and before last.
One looks to seek what they shall find,
A marvelous and fun-filled time!
For just around the nearby corner,
A special day is quite in order.
A time where fruit is in abundance,
And dreary days are in redundance.
A time where laugher flows quite free,
And special fruits grow on the tree.
Catch yourself a boat to the Isle,
Where you'll be greeted with a smile.
The natives love to spoil and share,
As you will notice when you're there.
From juppies to muntando fruit,
And pimplepeppers just to boot.
You won't go home with empty hands,
For the Island natives have other plans!
Prepare yourself for the onslought
Of juicy fruits and happy thoughts!
It's that wondrous time of year again,
Hip Hip Hooray -- Gadgadsbogen!
In Celebration of Gadgadsbogen
Fleeting are the fading stars,
As falls the reign of night.
Softest dawn breaks gently here,
And strikes the sands alight.
Gadgadsbogen has arrived!
The Island does awake.
Pets soon rush out to the fields,
At first sign of day break.
Carnival, the time has come!
Such celebrations thrown.
Parties held in anxious wait
To see the new crops grown.
Mystery Island music plays,
So tropical, the sound!
Dancing, costumes and a feast,
New fruit will soon break ground!
Tribal elders gather now,
They watch for stem or root.
Leaves spring from the sodden ground,
At last, the first new fruit!
I took a trip to Mystery Isle,
where jungle growth abounds,
to see the products of this place
I went upon the rounds
to every shop and restaurant,
to farm and stand alike,
and everywhere I went I heard
a word from faces a-light:
was their gleeful cry;
it sounded like pure gibberish
to a tourist such as I.
Then quick as winks the natives came
and took me on their shoulders,
dancing to a clearing
with a table and some boulders.
They sat me down and brought a feast,
with fruits of every kind,
the choicest berries, sweetest melons,
all of them most fine.
Then on a litter, kougra-borne,
they brought the main event:
a fruit the size of a hundred pies,
with a most unearthly scent.
the natives shouted madly
and set it down in front of me,
where I eyed the mound most sadly.
"I'm all full-up, can't eat a bite,
I'm sorry to inform you."
The natives growled and showed their spears,
(a fearsome sight, I warn you).
"Perhaps a taste," then I made a face:
the giant fruit was sour!
They frowned again, and I knew I'd erred,
for I was in their power.
I ate it all, from stem to stern,
that mountainous sour fruit,
smiling and chewing I swallowed it all:
pip, skin, and root.
Oh my dear, my stomach's broken!
The natives laughed and danced with cheer;
I never moved for nearly a year,
but managed to leave before the next
Gadgadsbogen came to vex
my aching head and painful tummy,
(in their illness they grew quite chummy).
The Mystery Isle is as fair as the slogans,
but tourists, beware of Gadgadsbogen!
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