GADGADSBOGEN SPECIAL

Song of Gadgadsbogen
By Anjie

March and skip to merry tune,
For seldom comes this day!
Gadgadsbogen, the dawn is here,
And we'll be on our way!

A journey to the ripest field,
Excitement in the air!
A bounty rich we'll gather up,
A feast for all to share!

Oh! The festival of fruit,
We journey on with haste!
Undiscovered treats await,
And all may have a taste!

What colours will alight the shore?
What new fruits shall be found?
A feast of colour, springing up,
All yielded from the ground.

Gadgadsbogen, we did await!
The time would seem so long!
For once a year you grace our shores,
Inspire merry song!

The tropical music fills the air,
Anticipation builds!
What shall the Island give to us,
From in her emerald fields?

A banquet held when season comes,
A feast of fruits so new!
A party held to honour all,
That lasts the whole night through.

Gadgadsbogen! Merry tune!
As we march to the field!
What shall the festival reveal,
What fruits will this day yield?

Gadgadsbogen Celebration
By Scenette

Gadgadsbogen, a time to celebrate,
Where all signs of anger and hate
Are forgotten, a traditional trait.
New fruits are released, contained within a crate.

Mystery Isle, what a wonderful place;
You cannot help but find a trace
Of friendship in every face
And conversation about Gadgadsbogen at any pace.

A Kougra lends a helping hand
To support a sky-high demand
For the fruit they have to offer, and
The community spirit, gathered on the sand.

New fruit mysteriously grows
And is displayed carefully at shows.
At Gadgadsbogen, everybody knows:
It's an exciting festival; it keeps us on our toes!

So please take the time to celebrate
With us the festival of fruit.
Forget about the past, of misery and hate,
Be happy, forget your worries -- have a hoot!

The First Gadgadsbogen
By Anjie

The tribal realm of Island's shore,
Was once a land few dared explore.
The natives hostile, strangest land,
With little there but sea and sand.
Until the rumours reached afar,
Of luscious fruits, in tones bizarre.

Adventure called and many came
To seek the source, which was the aim.
Exotic bounty must be found!
And yet they met just barren ground.
They searched the sand for one whole year,
Concluding no fruit did grow here.

The fruits could not at all be seen,
The fields were empty, barely green.
The natives seemed confused as they,
And winter could fall any day.
How could the fruits just not be here?
Were they but myths? That seemed the fear.

Until one morning, year was gone,
All woke to strangest native song.
They dashed outside, and what a sight,
The fields had blossomed overnight!
A million fruits, so ripe and rare,
Were growing on the Island fair.

The mystery solved, the answer's here,
This miracle is once a year.
When old fruit withers, new does grow,
And yet the reason, none do know.
Gadgadsbogen, of ancient lore,
When fruit would bloom on Island's shore.

Gadgadsbogen, Good Good Day!
By Indulgences

Gadgadsbogen, Good Good Day!
It sure is swell to know you!
Preparations underway
Are sure to satisfy you!

Mystery Island is the place
To celebrate the harvest!
Tropical fruits are sure to pique
Your salivary interest!

Llugh is someone travelling
Across the Island eating
Fruits and spreading all around
The seeds he finds within them!

Seeds bear fruits and vegetables,
Replacing those that withered.
Thank the yearly trek Llugh makes
No matter what the weather!

Gadgadsbogen, Good Good Day!
The day is sure to please you!
Happy island natives all
Are here to dance and charm you!

Gadgadsbogen, Good Good Day!
The celebration's starting!
Stick around and have some fun!
(We'll keep you from departing!)