Ssh be quiet
Don't say a thing 
The ramalingadingdong
Is back again
To sing you a tune
Sombre and grim
One-eyed
One mouth
Rot to the brim
Please oh please 
Don't listen to him.

He tells the truth
But the truth be told
Is little more than
Tales of old.
No one cares
Oh, not a lick
What happened 
With that ghostly stick.

So go trip trop hopping 
Down that trail
Do not listen 
to the ghastly wail
Of the ramalingadingdong
And it will be
Far far away in your memory.

Until one day 
As you will see
It is only a tree.