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The Jimbaroo

A nonsense story in verse
Words by Rohini Chowdhury
Pictures by Vipasha Bansal

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The Jimbaroo

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The Jimbaroo lived in a mango tree,
On the banks of the River Zee;
Doleful sighs the Jimbaroo heaved,
In his home by the River Zee.

'Oh dearie me,' the Jimbaroo wept,
'If only I weren't so alone;
I'd sing and dance the whole day through,
By the banks of the River Zee!'

'Ah me!' he cried, 'I need a wife,
To pass the long hours with;
My only friends are the fish that leap,
From the waters of the River Zee!'

The Jimbaroo dreamt all night of a wife,
All day he wept and sighed;
But wife he had none and none was in sight,
By that tree on the banks of the Zee.

When all at once an idea struck,
From deep within his brain;
'Let me go quest for a wife!' cried he,
'And bring her back to the Zee.'

He cleaned his claws and sharpened his eyes,
(The better his lady to see)
Packed some mangoes for the road,
And bid goodbye to the Zee.

When all at once he saw a grove,
Of mango trees like his own,
And - wonder of wonders - a Jimboree!
As pretty and brown as the Zee!

The Jimboree thought hard and long,
And said, 'It cannot be!
I cannot leave my mango trees
To live by the River Zee!'

'See - here's the fruit of my beautiful tree,
That I specially picked for you!'
The Jimbaroo wiped his eyes with his tail,
'I cannot live alone by the Zee!'

The Jimboree thought again and said,
'I shall come with thee
If I can harvest all the fruit
That grows by the River Zee.'

The Jimbaroo joyfully brought his bride
To his mango tree by the Zee,
Where they blissfully swung by their tails
Over the rushing Zee.

Soon they had little Jimbolets
('Sorry - not five, only three!')
Who happily played in the mango tree
By the banks of the River Zee.

The Jimbaroo in his mango tree, by the rushing River Zee

'Five little Jimbolets we'll have,
To liven this mango tree;
My wife and I would watch them grow,
By this swift flowing River Zee.'

By noon next day the Jimbaroo
Was a sorry sight to see;
As he hung upside down from his mango tree
By the banks of the sad River Zee.

So the Jimbaroo packed his green suitcase,
The best one that he had;
He put in a bright pink bow for his tail
And a charcoal drawing of the Zee.

The sun was hot, the moon was cold,
And miserable was he.
Yet he yearned for a wife, the Jimbaroo
To take to his River Zee.

'Long have I sought thee, fair Jimboree!'
The Jimbaroo declared.
'Come marry me and live with me,
By the banks of the River Zee.'

'Don't refuse me, Jimboree,'
The Jimbaroo cried in despair.
'You can have my mango tree
That grows by the River Zee.'

The Jimboree and the Jimbaroo.

The Jimbaroo was happy at last -
He had his Jimbolets and -ree
With pickled mangoes through the year
By the banks of his own River Zee.


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