Where the Willawikki Flows
Where the Willawikki flows,
the lolo swim, and the gumgum grows,
along the banks in scented rows,
where the Willawikki flows,
where the Willawikki flows.
The people dress in old placemats,
they all wear rubber boots for hats,
where the Willawikki flows,
where the Willawikki flows.
The houses look like brass spittoons,
the streets are paved with macaroons,
where the Willawikki flows,
where the Willawikki flows.
Work is a word that no one knows,
all they know is sweet repose,
where the Willawikki flows,
where the Willawikki flows.
They don’t need money, if you please,
cause that’s where money grows on trees,
where the Willawikki flows,
where the Willawikki flows.
None go hungry, no one begs,
there’s macaroons and lolo eggs,
where the Willawikki flows
where the Willawikki flows.
I’d love to live where the gumgum grows,
just sit on the porch and count my toes,
where the Willawikki flows,
where the Willawikki flows.
There’s just one problem I can see,
me oh my, and my oh me.
None here have seen it, no one knows,
just where the Willawikki flows
where the Willawikki flows.