Some Poems, Songs and Calypsos by Bokonon
Bokonon's 14th Calypso
And I drank and chased the girls
Just like St Augustine.
He got to be a saint.
So if I get to be one also,
Please, mama, don't you faint.
Bokonon's 53rd Calypso
And a lion-hunter
In the jungle dark,
And a chinese dentist,
And a British queen -
All fit together
In the same machine.
Nice, nice, very nice;
Nice, nice, very nice;
Nice, nice, very nice -
So many different people
In the same device.
Bokonon's 119th Calypso
I whispered in that sad man's ear,
"Your gang's done gone away."
On the People of San Lorenzo
Oh, they had no music,
And they had no beer.
And, oh, everywhere
Where they tried to perch
Belonged to Castle Sugar, Incorporated,
Or the Catholic Church.
On the Roots of Bokononism
So we all could be happy, yes,
Instead of tense.
And I made up lies
So that they all fit nice,
And I made this sad world
Because without 'Papa's' badness,
Tell me, if you would,
How could wicked old Bokonon
Ever, ever look good?
And we will love each other, yes,
Yes, like we love our Mother Earth.
And if, on that sad day, you want to scold our God,
Why go right ahead and scold Him. He'll just smile and nod.
Muddily do, muddily do, muddily do, muddily do,
Until we bust, bodily bust, bodily bust, bodily bust.
On the Quest for Understanding
Man got to sit and wonder, 'Why, why, why?'
Tiger got to sleep,
Bird got to land,
Man got to tell himself he understand.
On the Outlawing of Bokonon
That a really good religion
Is a form of treason.
The truthful are loveless,
Like oysters their eyes!
On Bokonon's Rebirth
I gasped on land,
and I became me.
So I stay like a baby
To this very day.
On the Members of a Karass
The San Lorenzan National Anthem (1922, Bokonon)
And the men are as fearless as sharks;
The women are pure,
And we always are sure
That our children will all toe their marks.
San, San Lo-ren-zo!
What a rich, lucky island are we!
Our enemies quail,
For they know they will fail
Against people so reverent and free.
The Last Rites of the Bokononist FaithPerformed in the Boko-Maru posture, both parties repeat one after the other:
God got lonesome,
So God said to some of the mud, "Sit up!",
"See all I've made," said God, "the hills, the sea, the sky, the stars."
And I was some of the mud that got to sit up and look around.
Lucky me, lucky mud.
I, mud, sat up and saw what a nice job God had done.
Nice going, God!
Nobody but You could have done it, God! I certainly couldn't have.
I feel very unimportant compared to You.
The only way that I can feel the least bit important is to think
of all the mud that didn't even get to sit up and look around.
I got so much, and most mud got so little.
Thank you for the honour!
Now mud lies down again and goes to sleep.
What memories for mud to have!
What interesting other kinds of sitting-up mud I met!
I loved everything I saw!
I will go to heaven now.
I can hardly wait ...
To find out for certain what my wampeter was ...
And who was in my karass ...
And all the good things our karass did for you.