"What is a Bongaloo, Daddy?" "A Bongaloo, Son," said I, "Is a tall bag of cheese Plus a Chinaman's knees And the leg of a nanny goat's eye." "How strange is a Bongaloo, Daddy?" "As strange as strange," I replied. "When the sun's in the West It appears in a vest Sailing out with the noonday tide." "What shape is a Bongaloo, Daddy?" "The shape, my Son, I'll explain: It's tall round the nose Which continually grows In the general direction of Spain." 'Are you sure there's a Bongaloo, Daddy?' "Am I sure, my Son?" said I. "Why, I've seen it, not quite On a dark sunny night Do you think that I'd tell you a lie?