Fun Fun Town

In this winky-dink town

And the boinga people

Where it's illegal to frown

And to mount the steeple.

We titter all day

And zip through doors

Where our grass is pink and houses of clay

And the town is filled with dinky stores.

Each day we wear different colors

And our mayor is a stout dog

If anyone didn't know us they'd think we were bonkers

And we don't eat meat because the mayor's wife is a hog

LITERALLY!