Everything About Fiction You Never Wanted to Know.
Revision as of 21:27, 1 November 2013 by prefix>Import Bot
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" Then I saw the Congo, creeping through the black
Cutting through the jungle with a golden track...
Listen to the creepy proclamation
Blown past the lairs of the forest-nation
Blown past the white-ant's hill of clay
Blown past the marsh where the butterflies play
'Be careful what you do, or
Mumbo-Jumbo, God of the Congo
And all of the other
Gods of the Congo
Mumbo-Jumbo will Hoo-Doo you
Mumbo-Jumbo will Hoo-Doo you
Mumbo-Jumbo will... Hoo...Doo... you...' " —Vachel Lindsay, "The Congo, A Study of the Negro Race"
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"Bongo bongo bongo I don't wanna leave the Congo oh nonononono! Bingo bango bungo I'm so hop-py in the jungle I refuse to go..."
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