From: gt2619b@prism.gatech.EDU (S. Axel Medlin)
Newsgroups: soc.penpals
Subject: Re: Big, Warm Fuzzies to Everyone!
Date: 10 Jan 93 20:13:55 GMT
Organization: Georgia Institute of Technology

In article <93008.210056MSJURGIE@MTUS5.BITNET> MSJURGIE@MTUS5.BITNET (MARIUSZ S JURGIELEWICZ) writes:
>Could somebody translate it for me into English? I am lost. Fuzzy, wuzzy. Pleas
>e some explanations for non-English person!
>
>Mariusz.

      Fuzzy-Wuzzy

We've fought with many men acrost the seas,
  An' some of 'em was brave an' some was not:
The Paythan an' the Zulu an' Burmese;
  But Fuzzy was the finest o' the lot.
We never got a ha'porth's change of 'im:
  'E squatted in the scrub an' 'ocked our 'orses,
'E cut our sentries up at Suakim,
  An' 'e plaed the cat an' banjo with our forces.

    So 'ere's to you, Fuzzy-Wuzzy, at your 'ome in the Sowdan;
    You're a pore benighted 'eathen but a first-class fighting man;
    We gives you your certifikit, an' if you want it signed
    We'll come an' 'ave a romp with you whenever you're inclined.

We took our chanst among the Kyber 'ills,
  The Boers knocked us silly at a mile,
The Burman guv us Irriwaddy chills,
  An a Zulu impi dished us up in style:
But all we ever got from such as they
  Was pop to what the Fuzzy made us swaller;
We 'eld our bloomin' own, the papers say,
  But man for man the Fuzzy knocked us 'oller.
    Then 'ere's to you, Fuzzy-Wuzzy, an' the missis an' the kid;
    Our orders was to break you, an' of course we went an' did.
    We sloshed you with Martinis, an' it wasn't 'ardly fair;
    But for all the odds agin you, Fuzzy-Wuz, you bruk the square.

'E 'asn't got no papers, of 'is own,
  'E 'asn't got no medals nor rewards,
So we must certify the skill 'e's shown
  In usin' of 'is long two-'anded swords;
When 'e's 'oppin' in an' out among the bush
  With 'is coffin-'eaded shield an' shovel-spear,
A 'appy day with Fuzzy on the rush
  Will last a 'ealthy Tommy for a year.
    So 'eres to you, Fuzzy-Wuzzy, an' your friends which are no more,
    If we 'adn't lost some messmates we would 'elp you to deplore;
    But give an' take's the gospel, an' we'll call the bargain fair,
    For if you 'ave lost more than us, you crumpled up the square!

'E rushes at the smoke when we let drive,
  An' before we know, 'e's 'ackin' at our 'ead;
'E's all 'ot sand an' ginger when alive,
  An' 'e's generally shammin' when 'e's dead.
'E's a daisy, 'e's a ducky, 'e's a lamb!
  'E's a injia-rubber idiot on the spree,
'E's the on'y thing that doesn't care a damn
  For the Regiment o' British Infantree.
    So 'ere's to you, Fuzzy-Wuzzy, at your 'ome in the Sowdan;
    You're a pore benighted 'eathen but a first-class fightin' man;
    An 'ere's to you, Fuzzy-Wuzzy, with your 'ayrick 'ead of 'air-
    You big black boundin' beggar - for you bruk a British square.

                                        Rudyard Kipling



(I had forgotten how long this poem was!)

  Be Groovy,

  Axel.



S. Axel Medlin                                     ccastsm@prism.gatech.edu
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Panties 'round your knees with your ass in the breeze,
Doin' that grind with the push and squeeze.
Tied up, tied down, up against the wall;
Be my rubber-maid baby and we can do it all...
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