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Bing Bim Bang Bome	A
Sang the Bell to himself in his house at home	A
High in the church tower lone and unseen	B
In a twilight of ivy cool and green	B
With his Bing Bing Bim Bing Bang Bome	A
Singing bass to himself in his house at home	A
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Said the Owl on a shadowy ledge below	C
Like a glimmering ball of forgotten snow	C
Pest on that fellow sitting up there	D
Always calling the people to prayer	D
He shatters my nerves with his Bing Bang Bome	A
Far too big in his house at home	A
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I think I will move But it suits me well	E
And one may get used to it who can tell	E
So he slept again with all his might	F
Then woke and snooved out in the hush of night	F
When the Bell was asleep in his house at home	A
Dreaming over his Bing Bang Bome	A
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For the Owl was born so poor and genteel	G
What could he do but pick and steal	G
He scorned to work for honest bread	H
Better have never been hatched he said	H
So his day was the night for he dared not roam	A
Till sleep had silenced the Bing Bang Bome	A
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When five greedy Owlets chipped the egg	I
He wanted two beaks and another leg	I
And they ate the more that they did not sleep well	E
It's their gizzards said Owless said Owl It's that Bell	E
For they quivered like leaves of a wind blown tome	A
When the Bell bellowed out his Bing Bang Bome	A
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But the Bell began to throb with the fear	J
Of bringing his house about his one ear	K
And his people came round it quite a throng	L
To buttress the walls and make them strong	L
A full month he sat and felt like a mome	A
Not daring to shout his Bing Bang Bome	A
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Said the Owl to himself and hissed as he said	H
I trust in my heart the old fool is dead	H
No more will he scare church mice with his bounce	M
And make them so thin they're scarce worth a pounce	M
Once I will see him ere he's laid in the loam	A
And shout in his ear Bing Bim Bang Bome	A
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Hoo hoo he cried as he entered the steeple	N
They've hanged him at last the righteous people	N
His swollen tongue lolls out of his head	H
Hoo hoo at last the old brute is dead	H
There let him hang the shapeless gnome	A
Choked with a throatful of Bing Bang Bome	A
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He fluttered about him singing Too whoo	O
He flapped the poor Bell and said Is that you	P
You that never would matters mince	Q
Banging poor owls and making them wince	Q
A fig for you now in your great hall dome	A
Too whit is better than Bing Bang Bome	A
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Still braver he grew the downy the dapper	R
He flew in and perched on the knob of the clapper	R
And shouted Too whoo An echo awoke	S
Like a far off ghostly Bing Bang stroke	S
Just so he cried I am quite at home	A
I will take his place with my Bing Bang Bome	A
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He hissed with the scorn of his grand self wonder	R
And thought the Bell's tremble his own great thunder	R
He sat the Jove of creation's fowl	T
Bang went the Bell through the rope hole the owl	T
A fluffy avalanche light as foam	A
Loosed by the boom of the Bing Bang Bome	A
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He sat where he fell as if he had meant it	U
Ready for any remark anent it	U
Said the eldest Owlet Pa you were wrong	L
He's at it again with his vulgar song	L
Child said the Owl of the mark you are wide	V
I brought him to life by perching inside	V
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Why did you my dear said his startled wife	W
He has always been the plague of your life	W
I have given him a lesson of good for evil	N
Perhaps the old ruffian will now be civil	N
The Owl sat righteous he raised his comb	A
The Bell bawled on Bing Bim Bang Bome	A

George Macdonald

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