Where The Willawikki Flows Poem by Steve Howard

Where the Willawikki flows,
the lolo swim, and the gumgum grows,
along the banks in scented rows,
where the Willawikki flows,
where the WIlliwikki flows.
The people dress in old place
mats,
they all wear rubber boots for
hats,
where the Willawikki flows,
where the WIlliwikki flows.
The houses look like brass
spitoons,
the streets are paved with
macaroons,
where the Willawikki flows,
where the Willawikki flows.
They don't need money if you
please,
for that's where money grows on
trees,
where the Willawikki flows,
where the WIllawikki flows.
Work is a word that no one knows,
all they know is sweet repose,
where the Willawikki flows,
where the Willawikki flows.
They dance all night by the the
lolo moon,
then sleep till lunch at half
past noon,
where the Willawikki flows,
where the Willawikki flows.
They live their lives without a care,
there's peace and love enough to share,
where the Willawikki flows,
where the Willawikki flows.
I'd love to live where the
gumgum grows,
just sit on the porch and count
my toes,
where the WIllawikki flows,
where the WIllawikki flows.
There's just one problem I can
see,
me oh my, and my oh me.
None here have seen it, no one
knows,
just where the WIllawikki flows,
where the WIllawikki flows.