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CORA COMES HOME

JOHN WORSLEY SIMPSON
Jun 1, 2019
3 min read

Cora Conn has come back home From very far away

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I asked her where it was she roamed She said she couldn’t say

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She said she’d done some secret things In very secret places

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And worn a wizard’s magic rings And bet on wombat races

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She said she’d learned a thing or two About the way things are

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She said she’d seen a tiny zoo All sealed inside a jar

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She said she’d heard a monkey sing A very catchy song.

I’ve never heard of such a thing But she said she wasn’t wrong

And Cora, as you may have read, Is not like you and me

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She has a very special head And special eyes to see

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She knows so much of this and that Much more than you can dream

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Like how to teach your sister’s cat To do a high-pitched scream

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I begged her for a story and at last She finally did agree

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To tell one tale of what Beyond the widehadpassedseeblue

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“I’ll tell you all about the day, If you will lend your ear,

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I came to the land of Hunnigay A million miles from here

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I dropped in on this far- Inofflandrocket-run balloona

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The natives, on the other hand, Thought it was the moon

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‘Fear not,’ I said, which is my way, As the whole tribe crowded round

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But ‘ferenawt’, it seems, in Hunnigay, Means ‘your face looks like a clown’

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And the Hunnigayians did a dance And it got a little hot

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Even though they took my pants When they put me in the pot

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I said I do not need a bath It’s not the bathing hour

Besides it’s just an hour and a half Since I had my morning shower

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But the Hunnigayans didn’t listen To anything I said

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And my eyes had started now to glisten And my skin was turning red

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‘Hey, this place is hot and getting hotter,’ I shouted it out loud.

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‘I’d rather not be in this water,’ I told the gathering crowd

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But no matter how I yelled and screamed They didn’t seem to understand

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And now I was really getting steamed Toward this motley band

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And as time went on, my hopes got dimmer I was really in a stew

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I could smell something start to simmer And thought, ‘My gosh, it’s you’

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The Hunnigayans, having mistook me For a bad guy coming to attack

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I figured now were going to cook me And have me for a snack

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But brilliant as you know I am And how I don’t like pain

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I came up with an instant plan Inside my real smart brain

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And making signs I managed to say That I wanted to obtain

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A dictionary in Hunnigay With which I could explain

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And I learned the lingo double fast And it was worth the rapid toil

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Cause I told them who I was, at last And they took me off the boil

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And they felt quite bad about the thing And thought they should make up

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And so, of course, they made me king And gave me my own cup

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I’ll be returning there next year They won’t accept excuse

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The only reason that I’m here Is to bring them back a moose.

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Cora’s the greatest girl I know I told her she was a winner

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But then Cora had to go Her mother called her in for dinner.

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