My rhythm is strictly circadian.
My lifestyle is rustic Arcadian.
I knew a ragin’ cajun.
Was he from N’awlins or was he Canad’jun?
Did you lie, or honest Ind’jun?
I may have fibbed, but that’s no big deal
How?
Now?
Brown.
(P.S. I forgot to rhyme up there, sorry.)
I want to rhyme brown, but with added zeal.
To rhyme brown is easy: just say “town.”
How about silver, orange and purple?
Well, one schoolyard bully tactic was the “purple nurple.”
Is that anything like the noogie?
Ask Dr. Howser, better known as “Doogie.”
It’s getting late, I gotta boogie.
Given the choice I would instead choose to woogie.
Are you the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B?
No, silly, I am a girl, you see.
But can’t bugler be done by girls or boys?